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controlled smile. That wouldn’t do. She wanted the Brian from the bedroom, the one who bit and pinched and rutted on her like a wild animal in a mating frenzy.
    “You liked biting me.” Muscles stiffened beneath her touch, but he didn’t answer. She took a breath and went for it. “I like to use my teeth too.” At this, his eyes widened. So did his smile. In the semicircle of her fingers, his cock twitched and strained forward. Thank god. Some men were so stupidly protective of their dicks, the slightest scrape of teeth and they looked at her as if she intended to bite it off.
    “Show me.”
    She didn’t go right for the bull’s eye. Instead, she tipped her head and started with the tops of his thighs. Not too hard, but enough that he’d feel the twinge of heat that followed any decent nip. She cupped his sac, drew it out from between his legs. She administered a long lick from the underside to the base of his cock, smiling at the shudder that went through him. She took one of his balls into her mouth. Sucked it, scraping her teeth over the tight, ridged surface as she released it.
    “Fuck.”
    “You like my teeth on you.”
    “Oh yeah.”
    “I like it too.” His other testicle received the same treatment. She changed the angle of her head and relaxed her jaw, opening wide enough to take both at once. She worked her tongue along the middle. Sucked hard. Added the pressure of her teeth.
    A string of curses filled the room. Then a demand. “Mouth on my cock.”
    Heat flared between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together for friction. Released his cock to rub her clit for a quick second of relief she shouldn’t need after the orgasms he’d given her. She eyed his cock, standing at attention. Hand still moving between her legs, she said, “Feed it to me.”
    “Cassie…” His voice was husky, strangled. “Careful.”
    Exactly what she didn’t want to be. Was so tired of being. She arched her back, leaned in and put her mouth very close to his shaft. “You want my mouth on your cock, my teeth on your skin.”
    “Yes, but—”
    “Then feed it to me.”
    One hand cupped her cheek. A soft touch that increased in pressure as his hand reached her chin. His thumb hooked firmly over her bottom lip. “Open.”
    Yes, god yes. She let him semi-force her lips apart, biting the tip of his finger as she feigned resistance. Even in the low-lit room, the flare of his nostrils was obvious. He liked it this way—raw, a little bit rough. Perfect. The hum between her legs increased. She opened her mouth but kept tension in her jaw, making him work to gain entry.
    He grabbed control, pushed inside, over her waiting teeth. He groaned as she took him, inch by slow inch. And he was a lot to take. His cock hit the back of her throat, triggering her gag reflex. She pinched her eyes shut. Tried to breathe through her nose as another inch filled her mouth. Too much, he was too much. Her hands flew to the base of his cock for control but he brushed them away and fed her more of his length.
    She stared up at him, begging with her eyes that he relent. Brian shook his head. He didn’t hold her, didn’t physically force her to take more of him, yet she didn’t pull away. She couldn’t. This is what he wanted and god help her, she wanted to give it to him. She squirmed in place. Focused on breathing only to choke again.
    “Easy—relax.” The words drifted down, a deep, rich sound that wrapped around her like a caress. The sweetest touch without a single finger on her body.
    The panic eased and she let her jaw go slack. She flattened her tongue, welcomed him, a red carpet for the cock she wanted to please more than any before it.
    “That’s my girl. Just like that.” His fingertips brushed her forehead, the gentleness a contradiction to the dominant slide of his cock in and out of her mouth.
    The possession in his words, his tone, everything about him, sparked her deep-seated need. Bite and be bitten. Claim and be