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You always knew I was hot for you.”
    He laughed. “I might have guessed. I might have even hoped. But I never knew for certain. And, your sass is gonna cost you later. That is, unless you work your mouth hard enough to make me forget.”
    He placed a finger into her mouth. She sucked and shuddered.
    “Patience, Jillie. Wait for the real thing.” He tugged off his jeans and boxers and flung them both to his side.
    “All yours,” he said, smirking.
    His stiff, bulging cock jutted out, gently bouncing. His musky male scent left her heady and warm. She stretched her bindings until her fingers tingled and reverently rubbed her cheek against his member’s soft skin. His body convulsed and he groaned, thrusting his groin toward her mouth. She parted her lips and took in his cock’s head. Closing her eyes, she sucked.
    Feeling sexual and naughty, she pushed her lips down, licking figure eights on the bottom of his shaft as she took him almost to the back of her throat. Then, she slid the firm ring of her lips backward.
    He was just the right size for her mouth: not so big her jaw would lock, but big enough to make her work for it. Again and again she repeated the gyration, freeing her mind and relaxing her jaw. She read his pleasure in his hips small, involuntary jerks.
    She was tied to his bed, ass burning with his punishment, but filled with goddess-like ecstasy. She possessed all the power she could ever desire…the power to make him frantic with yearning, the power to seize his lust and become the sole focus of his attention.
    She opened her mouth and wiggled her tongue, pretending to release him. His displeased growl sent a shivering thrill through her legs. She arched upward, brushing her tingling nipples against his thighs. The silken pull of her bindings reminded her not to seek too much of her own pleasure. As if to emphasize the point, his hand cradled the back of her head and forced her to stay put.
    She lowered her lashes and licked around his bulb’s edge, then, she grazed her teeth, ever so lightly, over his head.
    He rasped, hoarse and impassioned. His pleasure became her ecstasy, transforming a standard cock-sucking into something more like a ritual.
    She ran her tongue down his shaft toward its base. She inhaled before darting her tongue up and down his balls. The skin of his sack supplied a new and odd sensation—rough and malleable—but the guttural noises he made spurred her to more explicit exploration. She sucked, swishing her tongue in every direction. Before she lost breath, she shimmied her way back to the tip, inhaled and took him full into her mouth.
    She pumped him in and out, faster and faster until he was bent and gasping.
    “Jillie, I need to pull out.” His voice was gravelly and rough.
    She made a rasping sound of protest and tightened her lips. In and out and in and out, she swayed. She didn’t want to stop. She wanted to taste him, every last drop.
    “Jil, if you don’t stop, I’m going to come in your mouth…”
    Giving silent permission, she sucked his shaft so far back into her throat she wouldn’t have any choice but to swallow when he came. His hand locked her into place, and his balls pulsed against her lips.
    He burst in mindless quakes. She drank his tart, salty cum and swallowed as he called out her name. She waited for his passion to subside with a smile on her lips and heat in her belly.
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    Eric was lightheaded. He hadn’t planned to shoot his load so soon, but he’d never forget the feel of Jillie convulsively swallowing around his cock. She’d had taken him so deep in her throat that he thought she might gag. He’d never been deep-throated before.
    Still, he shouldn’t have acted so green. He’d meant to save his cream for a proper fucking. In utter exhaustion, he collapsed onto the floor. He leaned back on his elbows to admire his Jil. Her lips were smeared with saliva and the remnants of semen. Her hair clung to her cheeks in sweaty disarray.
    She was