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My mind is still a complete blank when he grabs a condom from his jeans’ pocket and rips it open with his teeth, only to stroke his cock ever so languidly before putting it on.

“No more games,” he says, before kneeling down and grabbing my ankles.

“No more games,” I pant out breathlessly,

I watch with bated breath as Milo crawls toward me, gently parting my thighs as he moves between them. But instead of hovering over me, he stops and bends down until his mouth is directly at my center.

“Milo?” I call out nervously.

His eyes find mine as his fingers dig into my outer thighs. “Do you trust me?”

I swallow the lump in my throat and nod.

And then he winks at me.

I’m about to curse at him when I feel his smooth tongue lap at my slit.

It’s a strange sensation but not an unpleasant one.

Not unpleasant at all.

I fist the blanket at my sides as he continues to slowly lick me clean, little moans of pleasure falling from his lips with each stroke.

“You taste even better than I imagined.”

Heat flushes my cheeks at his words. But any embarrassment they could have caused quickly dissipates when he sucks my clit into his warm, wet mouth.

“Oh, my God!”

My back arches off the blanket, forcing Milo to place his hand over my stomach just to keep me in place.

Beads of sweat begin to form on my brow as every nerve ending feels like it’s being struck by lightning. Milo doesn’t let up, eating me out like his life depends on it. All I can do is take every stroke of his tongue, every graze of his teeth, every little torturous act.

And when I feel his fingers inside me, I detonate on a loud sob. My body is still trembling as Milo continues fuck me with his fingers, making sure that I’m nice and ready for him.

I’m still gasping for breath when he crawls on top of me, his girth hot and hard at my center.

He kisses me hard and passionately, forcing me to taste myself on his lips. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist, my nails scraping his back. When he breaks the kiss, I almost groan in disappointment.

“Are you okay?” he checks in, making sure this is still what I want.

“I’m more than okay.” I smile, running my fingers through his curls.

“The first time is probably going to hurt,” he warns, his gaze now soft. “I’ll try to make it as painless as I can. Just tell me when it gets to be too much.”

“I trust you.”

“I love you so much, Max. I don’t want to hurt you,” he says, hesitating.

“You won’t. You could never hurt me.”

Milo’s eyes search mine, as though giving me one last chance to back out if I’m scared. But I’m not. Nothing about this frightens me. If anything, it all feels too perfect for fear to even enter my mind.

His stare is still locked with mine as his hand slides in between us, aiming the crown of his cock at my center.

My breath hitches when I feel a pinch, my nails digging into his back as I try to focus on my breathing.

“Are you okay?” he asks again, his voice rougher than it was a second ago.