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I put my hand against my cheek, tilted my head to the side, and acted slightly confused. “If I remember right, you’re going to need to put it in my mouth and let me suck on it for a while.”

I looked up.

His arms were folded in front of his massive chest. He met my gaze. “If you think it’ll work.”

“It works best if you talk dirty while I’m doing it.”

“Does it?”

I nodded. “Filthy.”

I loved dirty talk, and although most women would probably disagree with my taste in sexual banter, the nastier it was the more turned on I got. For me, having my man call me a dirty little whore during the throes of passion was a huge turn on.

But, it only worked with the right guy at the right time.

There was no doubt Smokey was the right guy.

And, the juices that were running along my inner thigh were proof enough that it was the right time.

“How filthy?” he asked.

“I just love being talked dirty to.” I glanced at his twitching cock, and then met his downward gaze. “The filthier, the better.”

He stroked his hand along the thick shaft. “Put my cock in your mouth.”

I cocked my head to the side. “That’s not even close.”

“Suck my cock,” he growled.

Obviously, he needed a little encouragement, so I took a chance. A big chance. “Make me,” I said. “Or you can go sit your pussy ass down on the couch and whack off.”

He grabbed my head in his hands, forced his cock into my mouth, and began to fuck my face like he was ridding himself of a lifetime of anger. “Suck that cock, you mouthy little slut.”

My eyes fell closed, and I eagerly accepted every inch of him into my throat. With each thrust of his hips, he barked out another verbal expression of his deepest desires.

Me?

I was in cock heaven.

With the tip of his dick filling my throat and his hips plastered against my face, breathing wasn’t easy. I loved every fucking minute of it.

While I struggled to survive on what little oxygen was in my lungs, continuing all the while to be the little whore that I knew he deserved, he fucked my face it was all that mattered to him. I hoped, at least for that moment, that it was all that mattered to him.

When I reached a point that I could take it any longer, I pushed against him and turned my head to the side.

I sucked in a quick breath, hoping he wouldn’t give me much time to recover.

He sure didn’t.

“I said suck that cock.” He guided it past my lips, into my mouth, and commenced to pound himself into my willing throat.

For me, sucking a cock was a much-needed prerequisite to sex. I was already soaking wet before we started, but having a cock against my face made me horny down to my core.

Having Smokey’s stiff shaft forced into my mouth was doing a wonderful job of prepping me for a full night of crazy sex, and I was loving every thick inch of it.

And we were just getting started.

As his scent filled my nostrils, he thrust his cock in and out of my mouth with long strokes. With each rearward motion of his hips, he was cautious enough not to allow me to gasp another breath before he pushed it deep into my throat again.