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provide. No protests. No questions asked.”
    I’ve never considered giving myself so wholly to a man, but standing so close to his rock-hard body, I can’t think of anything more thrilling than surrendering to him.
    “Yes.” I tremble like a leaf, amazed at how his raunchy words turn me on.
    “Candy, are you sure you’re willing to allow me to fuck your mouth until you can’t take it anymore, pound your pussy with my hungry cock until you come screaming out my name and make you forget every other teenage boy who’s ever pretended to fuck you?”
    “I’m totally yours, Max,” I whisper.
    “Louder,” he orders.
    “Yes. Take me. Do with me as you wish. I want it all. I need it all. Please,” I beg. God, I don’t even recognize my own voice and I can’t explain the source of this insatiable yearning.
    Victory flashes on his face. “I love it when we’re on the same page,” he drawls.
    I watch him watch me as he unzips his jeans and rolls them down before stepping out of them. Without wasting a second, he strips out of his boxer briefs and he stands in front of me—as gorgeous as a Greek god. My eyes bulge when I see his cock. Mother of God, George might not be the best reference, but Max is huge.
    “I hope you like what you see,” he declares, pulling his Henley shirt over his head before flinging it to the other side of the room.
    I catch my breath. “You’re massive.” His impossibly hard cock is intimidating. As my eyes trail up his torso, I gasp.
    If I were a gambling woman, I would have lost good money. Although dimmed, the light is bright enough to allow me to make out the tattoo running from the top of his left shoulder all the way down to his wrist. I’m so fascinated, I forget a drop-dead gorgeous guy is standing in front of me naked.
    “Your arm…” I open my mouth, but I’m unable to explain my hesitation. Perhaps the fear stems from the fact I’ve never been with a man with tattoos before. Men with tattoos are usually bad, aren’t they?
    “Does it surprise you?”
    “It does.”
    “Why? I don’t look like the bad-boy type who would get inked?”
    “Honestly, you don’t.”
    “We all have something we’re hiding, Candy. Something so deep and so personal very few people in the world know the secret we’re so desperately trying to preserve. Does this make sense to you?”
    Oh, very much so.
    He strokes my cheek as I trace the outline of his chest. His face is extremely serious and I’m too intimidated to touch his intricate body art, so I stare, intrigued.
    “There’s a long story behind this tattoo, but right now, I want your lips around my dick so badly I can barely think. We’ll have to wait until morning for me to share more.”
    He turns around and walks towards the mirror, giving me a prime view of his firm round ass. Damn.
    “Remove the stockings and the garter belt. I want your pussy ready for the taking.”
    I obey, slowly undoing the snaps before rolling down the thin stockings. I drop each one of them on the floor near me and I wiggle out of the delicate lace fabric hugging my thighs. I’m quite aware his eyes are on me—analyzing every single one of my movements. I catch sight of his erection from under my lashes and I hold my breath.
    If he fucks me with his massive cock, I won’t be able to walk for days, if not weeks.
    “Good girl. Now, I want you to slowly take off your bra. As pretty as it is, I want to be able to squeeze your tits while I fuck your mouth.”
    “Max, you’re so raw.” The words come out before I’m able to catch myself.
    “It’s a problem?”
    “On the contrary. It’s a turn-on. I don’t think I can take much more.”
    “I’ll decide what you can take and what you can’t. Remove the bra and then come over here.”
    Reaching behind me with shaking hands, I unhook my bra and pull one strap down. As I ready myself to pull down the second one, my breasts fall so heavy against my chest they collide. I lift my eyes and hold his