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me that an underwear model from New York City owned this house. I Googled you and then waited all summer for you to show up. You never did. Guess this is my lucky year.”
    Lucky? Damn! This girl was killing me. “I’d say I’m the lucky one. Now… how about that beer?”
    “I’m not interested in your beer, Marcus.” The light hazel hue of her eyes changed to a deep, dark, seductive emerald in a matter of seconds.
    “Oh, no? And what is it you’re interested in, hun?” I knew what she wanted, but I kinda wanted to hear her say it.
    “Shut the blinds. My parents are right next door. What I’m interested in is hidden underneath those hot, tight underwear you model on all those billboards and commercials. I’ve been dying to wrap my hands around that big cock of yours. You packing for appearance or is it all yours?”
    Wow! Right. To. The. Point. My dick twitched in response to her words, to the idea of her milking me until I came all over those fucking toile sheets. “All mine, baby.”
    Watching her eyes brighten and her pink smile spread wide, I couldn’t even try to repel what she was giving off. Leaning down, I took her chin in my hand and crashed my lips to hers, rough and determined. She opened up for me, allowing my tongue entrance into her naughty little mouth.
    “Blinds, Marcus,” she whispered against my hungry mouth.
    “Fuck the blinds. No one will see us in the bedroom.” I seriously couldn’t wait to destroy those sheets.
    I pulled her by the hands, off the couch, throwing her over my shoulder.
    She let out a girly squeal and a giggle in the same breath, tugging at my t-shirt. I felt her fingers trail along the ink at the base of my back. “I can’t wait to lick all those delicious tattoos.”
    All I could do was growl as I sped up the pace, arriving in the bedroom and throwing her down on the bed with a bounce. She giggled again as her hands worked their way inside the front of my shirt. I pulled it over my head and then went to unzip my jeans.
    “Uh, uh. Allow me. I’ve had this visual…”
    She popped up to a sitting position, removing her sparkly tank top and revealing perky, bronze tits. No bra. No tan lines. Just smooth, glistening, sun-kissed skin as far as the eye could see. Her perfect, rose-colored nipples beaded to a delicious point and my mouth ached to devour them. I leaned down, ready to taste, but she grabbed a fistful of my hair, stopping me.
    “I’m hungry too. And I’ve been waiting a long time… me first, City.”
    City? Was that my new nickname? Fuck, she could call me whatever she wanted.
    Small but determined hands with shimmery blue fingernails reached down and undid the rest of my zipper, yanking my pants down to my ankles. I stepped out of the crumpled denim at my feet and closed my eyes as her soft hands played with the thick waistband of my boxer briefs before sliding them down over my ass.
    “These look even hotter in person. And… you’re even bigger than those pictures let on.”
    Before I could think of a reply her mouth was working me as my eyes rolled to the back of my head. Holy shit! Her lips encased me, sucking hard as she slid up and down my length. Instinctively I grabbed a chunk of her hair, guiding her head as she moved. Watching her bob, on her knees, sucking me off was so fucking hot, but her long dark hair fell over her face, hiding her skillful mouth. I swept the silky strands and tucked them behind her ear so I could watch her pink lips move up my cock and stop at the tip. Looking up at me through hooded lids, she squeezed me with her hand and licked the circumference of the soft head.
    “Damn, baby, you’re good.”
    “I’m just getting started, City. You got somewhere to be?”
    Even if I did, it wouldn’t have mattered. I was happy to be at this girl’s mercy for the rest of the day if this was what it would entail. “I’m not going anywhere.”
    “Good. No going, only coming.”
    The little joke made me grin. “Lots of