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couple of his fingers brushing my knuckles and sending shivers racing up my spine. “Hmm. I’m not sure if that’ll work for me, beautiful.”
    “Call me what you want. It’s fine.”
    His lips curled up a bit. “Vicky?” He raised a brow, his nose wrinkling as he shook his head. “Nah. You’re not a Vicky. How about Tori? Do you like Tori?”
    I didn’t understand why he was spending so much time trying to come up with a name to call me instead of fucking me. Most men called me slut or whore , maybe bitch . They didn’t call me names anyone would want to be called.
    But the longer he waited to make a move, the longer I had to dread what was to come. I decided to take matters into my own hands, dropping my bag on the floor and stretching up on my toes to kiss him. He let out a groan and opened his mouth, letting me take the lead and allowing my tongue entry. I put both hands on his hard chest and pushed him against the wall, hoping to speed things along. He caught hold of my hips and dragged me against him, his hot cock pressing into my belly.
    As hard as he already was, I knew I could have him ready in no time. I tugged his shirt free from his pants and slipped one hand underneath to explore the planes of his abdomen. Almost there. With practiced fingers, I undid the button and fly of his pants and reached in to take hold of him.
    Then he laughed against my mouth. “Slow down, beautiful. We have all night. I guess you like me calling you Tori all right, then, huh?”
    It didn’t have a damned thing to do with him calling me Tori or beautiful or anything else, and the last thing in the world I wanted to do was slow down. I wanted to push him past the point of no return. I wanted to have him hard and hot and so ready he might blow his load the second he got inside me. I couldn’t handle all night , and I intended to do everything in my power to make sure it was over as soon as possible, leaving him sated and me still as intact as I could possibly be.
    So I dropped to my knees and yanked his pants and boxer briefs down to his ankles. Then I took him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head to lick up the pre-come before taking him deep.
    He let out a shaky sigh and leaned against the wall as I worked him over with all the skills I’d learned in the porn business. I used my pointed tongue to glide along the ridged underside of his dick, and he swelled in my mouth. I massaged his balls, sucked and licked, and made heated, sexy sounds like I was into it, knowing all of those things would bring him closer to completion. When I felt his hands settle on the back of my head, giving gentle pressure and a hint of guidance, I took him all the way inside me, swallowing the head of his cock past my gag reflex.
    “Holy shit,” he ground out.
    Holding my breath for as long as I could, I bobbed my head over him, fucking him with my throat. When I came up for air, a stream of saliva dribbled down my chin. I flashed my eyes up to him, expecting to find his eyes closed in bliss, a man on the verge of losing control. Instead, I found him glaring down at me.
    “You don’t like?” I asked. If this wasn’t his thing, it was fine. I could figure out what he did like. It wouldn’t be that hard. Based on the way his cock had hardened and grown from my efforts, he’d liked it to some extent. But maybe he wasn’t a blow job kind of guy. Maybe he liked—
    “We’re not filming a fucking porno,” he forced through a clenched jaw. “I don’t want you to fuck me like a porn star.”
    Then what did he want? I didn’t know how to fuck any other way. If I had at one point in time, I’d forgotten it a long time ago.
    My confusion must have shown on my face.
    “Come here,” he said. He reached down and took my hand, and he helped ease me to my feet. Then he placed his hands on my face, one on either cheek, and kissed me.
    Only it was different this time. Very different. It was slow and languorous and erotic, and completely