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Jesus, she was killing him. Those big eyes were so dark with desire that the only reason he knew they were blue was because he’d studied them for so many years. Her hands reached for him, even though he held her wrists. He didn’t care about himself. He could have blue balls for the rest of his life if it meant keeping her happy.
But the sexy woman was fighting him. She reached for his jeans, intent on freeing the erection that pressed against his zipper, straining to get to her. And he found himself unable to say no.
“You know I didn’t bring you here for this, right?”
“I never thought you did. I want to. Please let me. I want to taste you.”
She sounded like the idea of sucking him off was pushing her toward her own o****m. That idea warred in his head. Let her give him a blow job.
