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arms around her, his hands still at her breasts. “Stand, Bri.”

She stood, wobbly, and he nestled himself firmly in the small of her

back. The image of her mouth on him had him straining against the

buttons of his fly. He turned her to face him and crooked her face with

his finger, checking to make sure her eyes were really full of lust, even

though he could smell her arousal coming off her in waves. She wanted

this, there was no doubt in his mind.

“Get on your knees, Bri, with your back straight, your thighs spread

about a foot apart.”

Her eyes widened and she swallowed, but ultimately, if not slowly,

did what he asked of her. He liked how her spine stiffened with a tiny bit

of defiance. That was good. It wasn’t his aim to strip away her pride.

“Unbutton my jeans and pull them down to my knees.”

He could see her mouth watering at the thought, and the tip of her

pink tongue darted out to moisten her lips. He nearly groaned out loud

but held back, not wanting to give any hint he could lose control, or that

all along, she would be the one with all the control.

Her tentative hands reached for his fly. They were vibrating, and he

wondered briefly if she’d be able to undo the buttons. But then, just as

her fingertips caressed his bulging cock, nearly sending him to his knees,

her hands steadied and fastened on the top of his jeans.

He sucked in a breath as her delicate fingers pushed the first button

through its hole and then went to work on the next. Her fingernails

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scraped against the straining head of his cock as they pulled on the

fabric, causing a drop of pre-come to moisten the slit.

“That’s it, Bri, keep going. My cock is begging to be released, to be

held in your tight little fist, licked by that velvet tongue of yours.”

His words strengthened her resolve and Brianna attacked the next

button. With that released, the top of his cock popped out, its large,

purpled head shiny with nature’s lubricant. Bri stared at it, mesmerized

by its size and color. It was smooth as a baby’s butt, and she ached to

know all about it.

“Lick it,” he growled.

Cole had read her thoughts. She leaned forward, sticking her nose

right in his crotch, and inhaled his heady scent. A mixture of musk and

man. She reveled in the sight of him, hard as steel for her, a virgin with

very little knowledge about sex. She had a feeling that was about to

change. For some reason, Cole Masters was hungry for her.

She jumped when he grabbed her roughly by the back of her head,

tangling his fingers in her hair, just to the point of pain. To her surprise,

her pussy wept. She felt it drip on her leg. It excited her.

“Lick it now, Bri.”

Not sure how or where he wanted her to lick the head of his cock, she

stuck the tip of her tongue out and did what looked the most pleasing to

her. She ran it along the slit of his penis, lapping up the glistening drop

of fluid and tasting its saltiness. His belly quivered and tightened above

her head in reaction.

“Again.”

This time she used the flat of her tongue to sweep across the broad

head, soaking it in her saliva.

He pulled her away, apparently satisfied with her attempts at licking

him, and motioned for her to continue taking his jeans off. Excited now,

she made quick work of the rest of the buttons and greedily shoved the

denim off his hips to his knees where he’d indicated.

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His cock sprung free, huge and glorious, and obviously wanting in

attention. It was thick and smooth with a heavy vein running the length

of it underneath. Her heart jumped in fear, wondering how he thought

she could possibly take the massive penis inside her. She shuddered.

A pull on her hair had her looking at him, and Brianna could see he

had recognized her anxiety.

“I’ll fit, I promise. Whichever part of you I decide to take, it’ll fit

perfectly.”

That statement made her breath catch. She hadn’t thought of that.

He, being who he was, would intend to fuck her in places other than her

pussy. God, she was so naïve. Heat pooled low in her belly and her clit

clenched at the thought of him pumping in and out of her anus.

“Take me in your mouth, Bri. All of me.”

Her eyes widened. It wasn’t possible, despite his reassurances. Still,

she leaned into him. She reached out with her hands to steady herself on

his thighs and brought her lips around the large head of his cock.

“Jesus,” he whispered.

Just as her tongue came out to meet his soft skin, he thrust into her

mouth. She stilled, shocked by his penetration. Her mouth was shoved

full, his cock buried against the back of her throat. She gagged and tried

to back away, panic setting in, but he held her head to him with his big

hand, forcing her to accept his cock.

“Relax your throat, Bri. You can do this, it’s mind over matter. You

can still breathe through your nose, I’m not choking you.”

She begged her brain to think about what he was saying and a few

seconds later, she stopped squirming and took her first breath through

her nose.

He was right. She could still breathe, and though the gag reflex was

still making itself known, he wasn’t hurting her in any way. She reveled

in that, and swallowed around his cock, trying to get rid of the vast

amount of saliva pooling in her mouth with her panic.

Brianna heard Cole’s teeth grinding together and when he told her to

“do that again,” he spoke through clenched teeth. His response excited

her further, so she swallowed a second time.

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Suddenly his cock was gone, pulled nearly out of her mouth, then

was back, sliding all the way in before retreating once more.

“Tighten your lips and suck me as I move in your mouth, baby.”

She did so without hesitation, wanting more than anything to please

him. His pubic hairs tickled her nose each time he dove in, and her head

stung where he pulled at her hair, but her pussy was dripping with want.

She found herself desperately wanting to touch her clit, knowing the

smallest amount of provocation would have her screaming. Her hand

moved, but at the last second she remembered his warning to never

touch herself without his permission.

Her hands clenched into fists, but she obeyed his command, pleasing

him more of a turn on than making herself come right now.

“Get ready for my come, Bri. Swallow me.”

His voice was gruff, and at first she rebelled, not wanting to swallow

something she knew nothing about, but before she could shake her head

in denial or pull away, he thrust deep in her throat and growled above

her.

Hot, wet jets of liquid shot into her mouth, and she had no choice but

to swallow. It was that or drown, she thought wildly. The pumping

seemed endless, and she sucked at him with vigor, milking him dry. She

never thought she would do something like that, but she’d actually

savored his taste on her tongue, and had not been revolted, as she

thought she might. She kept her lips so tight around him, the head of his

cock made a popping sound when he pulled it from her mouth.

“Fuck,” he said and ran a hand through his hair.

Brianna sat back on her haunches, wiping at her mouth where a

mixture of spit and semen had pooled, waiting for whatever Cole asked of

her. Her arousal wafted up to her nose, reminding her she’d been left out

of their little party.

“Christ, Bri, you’re a fucking natural at that.”

The statement made her proud and excited. It was a heady feeling

knowing she had the ability to bring Cole pleasure. He, who only dated

the most beautiful of beautiful women and could own damn near half the

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state. For him to say those words to her, a peon to him, made her feel

like a goddess.

Cole pulled Brianna up and kissed her. His tongue emulated his cock

and plundered her still come-coated mouth. She was breathless when he

finally broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against hers.

“You want to feel my mouth on your pussy?”

She wanted that so bad, it was all she could do to not jump up and

down and beg, but how easy would that make her look? Indecision

battled inside her for about two seconds. “Yes, Cole.”

He squeezed her in a bear hug. “Don’t ever let me catch you telling

me something you think I want to hear. I’d have known you were lying

just then, if you’d told me something stupid like, no. I would have

punished you for it too.”

Her eyes grew big and Cole knew he’d hit the head on the nail. She

had contemplated not telling him yes. For the most part, he wanted her

to beg for release. It made the explosion that much sweeter, to be held off

until the last possible second, but he wouldn’t deny her now after what

he’d just experienced. Bri had given him the best fucking blowjob he’d

ever had, bar none. And she’d never done it before.

“Get on the bed and lay on your back with your arms stretched above

your head and your legs spread wide.”

She swallowed, a habit he was quickly learning was her nervousness

showing through. He knew she wouldn’t deny him anything, especially

not after the rough way he’d treated her mouth with his cock.

He hadn’t wanted to hurt or scare her, but to teach her how he liked

his dick sucked. The best way to do that, he’d decided, was to show her

firsthand and let her get used to him immediately. No reason to pansy

along and then suddenly change the rules later. He’d have it done right

the first time.

She’d balked at his first thrust, fighting her ability to breathe, and he

thought he’d lose her, but he’d talked her out of her anxiety and

everything after had been copasetic. She’d sucked him like a pro and

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damned near taken the head of his cock off in the process. He liked

seeing her mouth so tight around him he’d actually popped out of her.

Cole shed the rest of his clothes and strode naked into the bedroom

where Bri had stretched out on the bed like a perfect submissive. He

liked that thought. Her breasts, nipples still taut, had flattened

somewhat with her supine position. Her labia were shiny with her juices

and he could smell her desire across the room.

His cock stirred, rising to half-staff in anticipation, wanting to rid her

tight channel of its virginity. He grinned.

Tomorrow when she woke, Bri would find herself bound to this bed,

her arms and legs stretched to each post, her abdomen firmly strapped

down. She would have almost no room for movement. He would shave

her pussy then, while he toyed with her and introduced her to a few new

things in her life. One of them would be her bodyguard, Tyler Cannon.

And he did mean bodyguard in every sense of the word.

Tyler would lounge on the bed in the morning and watch as Bri

squirmed in sheer embarrassment. This would be after he made love to

her pussy with his mouth. Something Bri would be helpless to stop.

Cole’s cock stood at attention now with thoughts of watching Tyler

and Bri together. He knew she would embrace the three of them when

she got used to the idea, the same way she’d already taken to obeying

Cole’s wants.

Tyler tended to be a little more gruff in his demands, balancing nicely

with Cole who was more soft-spoken. Both of them affected the same

reaction in their women—
if you don’t do what I ask, you will be punished.

Cole opted not to tie Bri up right now. He crawled onto the bed and

settled himself between her thighs, his shoulders pushing them wider to

make more room.

“Grab the headboard, Bri, and do not let go or I will flip you onto your

stomach and spank you. Then I’ll tie you up, fuck you with my tongue

until you’re on the verge of an orgasm, and leave you.”

She shivered, her breasts jiggling with the force, and her stomach

muscles tightened. Her slender fingers grabbed on to the spindles above

her and squeezed until her knuckles went white.

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Cole lowered his head and chuckled against her pussy, causing Bri to

arch her back and squeak. God, he loved her. The thought flooded his

brain, just another piece falling into place like a puzzle where everything

seemed right with Bri.

He blew on her and she gasped, waiting for his first touch. Very

delicately he licked her, starting in the tight hole of her cunt and working

his way up between her pretty, pink folds and stopping at her clit. He

pressed the tip of his tongue against the nub and held it there. She

squirmed beneath him and he let her, knowing without tying her down,

he’d never keep her wildcat body still.

This was her first time being devoured by a man’s mouth. He would

let her feel everything, let her move on his tongue, give her what she

wanted before he took her completely.

He swirled his tongue around and around, in and out of her tight

sheath, lapping up her cream, inhaling her scent, until she was writhing

beneath him. Poor baby, she was the loudest creature he’d ever fucked.