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What do I look like from your point of view, on top of you?”
    Hesitantly, Holland lifts the camera to her eye, looking at me through the lens. Her finger slides around, searching for the button, before finally pressing down, taking one picture.
    I slide the camera out of her grip and drop it just beside the pillows, never willing to let it get too far from reach.
    Holland is still looking up at me. Still unsure, but more relaxed now. “Unzip me,” I instruct, unmoving from my position. It’s nice here, her trapped between my thighs, her tits and mouth in front of me, her pussy behind me. Everything readily available for my wandering hands.
    Her mossy eyes lower from my face to my buckle, then back up again. Fresh yearning flickers in Holland’s gaze. She understands where I’m going now and she wants to play. She makes quick work of my belt, unbuttons my pants, and drags my zipper past my erection.
    “Good girl,” I murmur. “Now take me out.”
    Her nails scrape pleasingly across my hip bone as she tugs at my boxers, sliding them down, freeing my cock. Though I want to put my thick thumb on her tiny chin and push down, opening her mouth so I can plunge inside, I hold perfectly still, allowing her to see me. Her gaze trails over my length, her tongue, wet and pink, sliding over her bottom lip.
    My head falls back and I close my eyes for a moment. That’s exactly what I want, her tongue tracing my dick just as it did her lip. Her hand wraps around me, forcing a moan to rip from my chest. She slips her other hand around my sack, rubbing and kneading gently.
    I look down at her, watching her touch me, and out of everything I’ve witnessed tonight, this is the most erotic, the most sensual, the most perfect. I pluck my camera from beside her head and start shooting.
    Her small hand starts pumping me, the same hand that she got herself off with. Knowing that makes my nuts twitch in her grip.
    “Put your tongue on me,” I demand.
    The instruction has barely left my mouth when her hot tongue swirls over the head of my cock. She keeps going, trailing her wet heat up the underside of my shaft. I couldn’t look away if I wanted to. There is nothing more beautiful than Holland licking me like a popsicle. Without my prompting, she takes me into her mouth. My hands shoot outward, dropping the camera, and clutching the headboard in an attempt to keep myself from thrusting into her throat. But then she moans around my cock and I lose control.
    I tangle my hands into her mass of red curls and buck my hips, thrusting further into her mouth. Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t pull away, doesn’t try to stop me. The hand she has grasping onto my balls squeezes tightly and I almost fucking come right then. Somehow I hold back. But now I’m pissed. Furious that I lost my grip on my control. I’m the one on top of her, but she’s the one in power. I can’t have that. I plunge a little deeper, forcing her to take me farther. If her other hand wasn’t closed around my cock, stopping me, I’d be deep in her throat right now.
    “Fuck. Yes, just like that,” I hiss. I pull one hand free of her hair and wrap it over her hand, helping her jerk me off, showing her how I like it, while she continues to suck me. My toes curl, my thrusts become a little more violent. I feel the tip of my dick hit the back of her throat and I’m done for.
    “I’m going to come in your mouth.” It’s not a question—it’s a fucking fact—but she jerks her head in a nod, eyes alight with excitement, just as I blow my load. My cock pulses, spilling onto her tongue for several blissful seconds. And like the fucking goddess she’s proving herself to be, she swallows it all down.

 
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    Holland
     
    It’s not like this was my first time going down on a man, but I’ve never done it like this. It never felt like this. I liked the way Jensen was pinning me to the bed and thrusting into my mouth. I liked the way I was being dominated.
    Somehow, it also