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“Wow.”
    She smiled, a blush reddening her cheeks as she turned to look at him over her shoulder. He stood there, the door still open, the bag of supplies she had asked for in his arms.
    “I didn’t have time to get dressed,” she teased.
    Without a word, he set the bag down on the table, tossed his jacket over the back of a chair and approached. His hands were on her ass instantly, squeezing and kneading as he pressed his body to her back, his cock hard against her.
    “You should greet me like this every day.”
    She giggled nervously, realizing she was still trying to wash a pan when he reached around to shut off the water and take her hands. He turned her to face him and his mouth closed over hers while she fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, unable to get them undone fast enough. He kissed her hard, one hand at the back of her head, holding her to him. When she had managed to get the top buttons undone, he pulled back to take the shirt off over his head. She loved his chest, his shoulders and arms. He was pure lean muscle. She reached to kiss his neck, her hands at his belt, unbuckling it. For one moment she remembered her punishment from the other night, wondered what the leather of his belt would feel like against her ass. Her pussy throbbed at the thought even as her bottom clenched.
    She kissed his chest as she unbuttoned his pants, one of his hands on her ass, the other teasing a nipple as she slowly made her way down to her knees, kissing his belly, taking his pants and underwear down as she went. Once she knelt before him, his hands twined in her hair and tugged just a little, forcing her to look at up him. She met his eyes which had darkened with arousal.
    He pulled a chair out and sat at the edge of it, pulling her with him by her hair so she was on all fours between his knees.
    “Legs wider,” he said.
    This was new, and his words had the same effect as his fingers did on her clit. She did as he said, her thighs damp from arousal.
    “Good girl. Now open your mouth.”
    She swallowed, licked her lips and opened for him, allowing him to guide her by her hair over his cock. It wasn’t a hard grip, and the tension of him holding her like that, of her being on her hands and knees, her legs spread wide, her lips wrapped around his cock, turned her insides to mush and all she could think was that she wanted to please him, she wanted to do everything in this moment to please him.
    “You’re going to learn to take my cock into your throat, Megan.”
    She only made a sound, unable to speak as he tugged on her hair, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. He worked slowly, moving her along his shaft, the taste of him salty sweet on her tongue. She began to suck harder as his movements came a little faster, keeping the suction on his cock when he slowed down.
    “Ass up, baby. Hollow out your back so I have something nice to look at.”
    She did, all the while sucking his cock, tasting him. She always loved that part, that first little taste, but when he’d come in her mouth before, she had not been able to swallow it. She wanted to though and today, she would. She would take what he would give her.
    “Relax your throat, Megan,” he said when he pushed deeper and she gagged, her hands coming to his thighs to push back. “No, hands down. Now,” he said, his hand coming to smack her outer hip.
    She put her hands back on the floor and he carried on fucking her mouth. He rose back up to his feet slowly, never letting go of her hair as he moved faster, her eyes tearing as he pushed into her, her hands on his thighs when he gripped her hair harder and held her still. He made a sound and slowed, pulling her to him as she felt the slow throb of his cock and the first release of his warm seed spilled down her throat, filling her mouth as he pumped more and more so that she couldn’t keep up.
    After a moment, he opened his eyes and smiled down at her, sliding his cock out of her mouth and lifting her to her feet.