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In a matter of weeks, I had watched Andi shed different layers of herself, and I could only hope that she was able to sit back and recognize how truly amazing each version of her was. This more open, less controlled form of herself gave me the courage to show pieces of me that she hadn’t seen, and I hadn’t been able to act out on. Until now.

This version of me had been living in my head, begging to escape. Meeting Andi was like being introduced to a side of me that I’d never met before.

There was the side of me who could be submissive; do anything she asked. And then there was the part of me that wanted to fully dominate her.

“You like when I choke you with my cock, Andi?”

She shook her head up and down, unable to respond.

Pulling her by the hair, her mouth popped off, allowing for a few seconds to catch her breath.

“You like it when a man controls you?” I ran my thumb along her bottom lip.

“Only you.” Her emerald green eyes looked up at me and the sound of those two words went straight to my cock.

“We’ve gotta be quick. You tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

“If my mouth is full, how am I supposed to do that?” She smirked, her sass not surprising me in the slightest.

“Smack me, pull my leg hair, I don’t give a fuck. If you’re struggling, I will know.”

“Then fill me back up and let me taste you already.” Her tongue peeked out as her eyes went back to my hard length jutting out in front of her.

Giving her exactly what she wanted, I let go of her hair and stood up in order to have more leverage.

Pointing to the floor, I ordered, “Sit on the ground against the bed.”

Doing as I told, she sat down, opened her mouth, tongue hanging out like a dog begging for a treat, and waited for me to stuff her full.

Guiding the head of my dick around her lips, I smacked it against her tongue a few times until I finally slid all the way back into her mouth.

Starting slow and steady, allowing her to adjust to me once more, I eventually picked up the pace, hitting the back of her throat. Even each time she gagged, she took me so well, never giving me any warning signs that I needed to stop.

Getting closer and closer, with each time she hollowed out her cheeks, sucking my cock into the next universe, my orgasm was a wave just waiting to crash.

The once perfectly made bed looked a bit disheveled the harder I gripped the fabric between my fists.

Holding the tip of my head to the back of her throat, just a little longer this time, I watched as Andi’s eyes leaked with tears. I wanted to see how long she could choke on me. How loud she’d gasp for breath when I finally ripped away from her. But I’d already held off too long. I was aching to release, and I didn’t have time to fuck around anymore.

“I’m coming,” I choked out. “Yes. Yes. Oh, fuck.” I spilled what felt like the heaviest load I’d ever had down her throat, and with every drop, she looked as pleased as could be.

“Even better than I imagined you’d taste.” She hummed, catching her breath when I slipped my cock out, instantly missing the feel of her lips around me. As she swallowed every last drop of me, I was aching to feel how wet she was. She had to have drenched her panties. I may have been in control of this brief moment between us, but when we walked out of this room, it was her that had my balls in her pocket.

Andi asked me to come here on a whim, dragged me into this room, and now, I had to be tortured through this dinner until I could get her back to my place and do every filthy thing I’d been imagining doing to her since the moment I watched her dance in that night club.

It was so easy to get lost in a moment with Andi. When I was around her, nothing else mattered. The world disappeared around us, and it wasn’t until we came back down to earth that I realized we were about to face a situation I probably hadn’t experienced since being in high school.

“Wow. You look so much more relaxed now. I think we’re finally ready for dinner, what do you say?” I ran my fingers through Hunter’s naturally messy blond hair.

“I’d say that relaxed isn’t exactly the word I’d use.” Hunter tucked his shirt back into his slacks.

“That’s crazy because every time I come so hard that I see stars, I can’t help but want to take a nap right after.”

“And is your best friend’s guest room where we should take that nap? Oh, wait, we have to go out there and eat dinner while we exchange awkward glances across the table first.” Hunter glared at me.

Frazzled looked good on him.

“Oh, come on, it won’t be that weird. Avery was an escort before she met Spencer, and I hear Peyton get off all the time for work from just across the hall. Honestly, you’re the only one making it weird.”