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night. I’m about to explode already.”
    “Do you even remember last night?”
    “Every moment, Myrna.”
    She was surprised he remembered anything, much less her name. “There is something warm and wet between my thighs that wants to be fil ed with this.” She squeezed his cock gently, her hand stil trapped in his.
    He groaned and moved to climb from the bed.
    “Where are you going?”
    “I gotta go to the bathroom and jerk one out or I won’t last five seconds.”
    “Oh no, you’re not.” She clung to his waist to prevent him from climbing from the bed. “I’l take care of that for you.”
    She unfastened his belt buckle and unbuttoned his fly, before freeing his cock from the confines of his boxers.
    At the sight of his thick erection, her pussy twitched with longing. “Beautiful,” she murmured.
    “Beautiful?”
    She supposed guys didn’t want their cocks referred to as beautiful. She hadn’t cal ed it cute at least. It wasn’t cute though, it was at least ten inches of smooth, gorgeous man flesh. Veins strained against the darkened skin. She couldn’t wait to taste him, to run her tongue along the rim of the enlarged head. She tore her gaze from his cock to look at him.
    “It’s a fucking beast, Brian. You’re going to tear me in half with that thing!”
    He looked stunned at first, but then laughed. “The only way to save yourself from my beast is to put it in your mouth.”
    She kissed the tip, sucking one side gently, and then moved away to peel his pants, boxers and socks off in one sweep.
    “Just lie back and relax,” she said. Her ex-husband’s accusatory voice filtered through her thoughts, Go ahead, Myrna. Suck his cock. Prove me right again, you whore.
    She paused, glancing up at Brian uncertainly. He propped a pil ow against the headboard and leaned back, spreading his legs, trusting her with his most sensitive areas without hesitation. He’d think she was a whore, too, wouldn’t he?
    “What’s the matter?” Brian touched her hair gently. “If you don’t want to…”
    But she did want to. She ran her hands up the insides of his thighs and spread his legs farther apart. She cupped his bal s in one hand, finding them ful and tight, the skin cool to the touch. He gasped. She gently raked her fingernails over his scrotum, and then lowered her head to draw the loose skin into her mouth, sucking and licking his flesh until his entire body tensed. She nipped the wrinkled skin with her teeth. He jerked.
    “What the—?”
    Go ahead, Brian, call me a whore.
    When his body relaxed again, she lifted her head and took his cock in her mouth, sucking him deep into her throat. She swal owed. He groaned. She sucked hard as she pul ed back, and rubbed the rim of the head with her tongue before drawing away completely. He grunted in protest when he fel free of her mouth. She blew a breath of cool air over the moistened tip. He sucked a breath through his teeth.
    “Mmm,” she murmured, and then lowered her head to suck on the skin of his scrotum again.
    “Myr, you’re kil ing me,” he whispered.
    She sucked a testicle into her mouth.
    “Whoa!” He clutched the bedclothes in both fists and banged his head back against the headboard.
    She released his flesh from her mouth and touched his cock with her fingertips. It jumped in response.
    “Please,” he begged. “Suck me. God. Please.”
    She lowered her head further, tonguing the crease of skin between his bal s and her ultimate goal. When her tongue danced over the puckered flesh of his anus, he squirmed, panting as she tested the limits of his self-control. After a moment, he relaxed and she pressed the tip of her tongue inside him. He twitched.
    He hadn’t cal ed her a whore yet, but she knew he must have been thinking it.

    She withdrew her tongue and placed a sucking kiss around his puckered flesh before moving to take his cock in her mouth.
    “Yes,” he gasped. “Thank you.”
    She cupped his bal s in one hand, massaging gently