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relaxing her limbs. She didn’t mean to, but she drifted into sleep.
     
     

Chapter Three
     
    She woke to the confusion of finding a man sleeping next to her. 6:30 a.m. Whoops. She hadn’t meant to doze off after her orgasm, leaving her date to his own devices. She stole a glance at him. He seemed a completely foreign presence in her bed. His chiseled features were not softened by sleep--the jaw and nose were still strong, the lips a soft, inviting counterpoint. He slept on top of the sheets in his boxer briefs, his body like that of a prize fighter--all muscle.
    She was surprised he’d stayed, but maybe he hoped she’d return the favor when she woke up. It was not an altogether distasteful idea. In fact, looking at his cut body brought on a fresh surge of lust. What was wrong with her? She hadn’t been this horny since her college days. Well, one more round with La Torre before cutting him loose would not be the worst thing. Placing her hand on his washboard abs, she slid it lower, slipping it into his briefs.
    His cock surged to attention at her touch, hardening and lengthening immediately. He let out a soft groan and opened his eyes.
    “I’m sorry,” she murmured, “Did I leave you blue-balled?”
    He made a purring noise and rested his hands under his head. “‘Mmm, that’s all right. I figured I already have you hooked for the second date and I hadn’t expected to get so lucky, anyway.”
    She grinned and crawled lower. He spread his legs wide to allow her to settle between them on her knees. Freeing his cock from his briefs, she ran her tongue over its head, enjoying the way it lengthened and bobbed for her.
    He made a low growl of approval.
    She dragged her tongue from base to tip, then lapped the glistening drop that emerged. “So why’d you stay?” she asked.
    “I didn’t want you to think it was a one-night stand kinda thing... oh God!” he panted. “ Because it’s not,” he managed to say. “I’m totally serious about dating you.”
    Joey’s growls excited her. Grasping hold of the base of his cock, she slowly slid her mouth all the way down, sucking hard on the outstrokes. She continued, enjoying when his hips began to undulate, his thighs trembled, and she heard his breath grow ragged. She teased him, toying with just the head of his cock while the rest of it cooled in the air, then taking the entire length as far down her throat as she could.
    The taste of pre-cum excited her, turning into a viscous solution in her mouth, slicking the way. She teased his balls with one hand, holding firmly to the base of his cock with the other while increasing the tempo of her strokes in response to his gasps. He groaned, gripping the back of her head with his hand and guiding her faster, his thighs tightening and jerking until he came with a howl into her mouth.
    She swallowed and popped off, satisfied with herself, grinning as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
    “Oh my God,” he said, lunging forward to catch her up in his arms and pull her down on top of him, wrapped in a grateful embrace. “That was out of this world.”
    “Oh yeah?” she said, smirking.
    “Yeah. Everyone knows Catholic girls give the best blowjobs, but you just blew the rest out of the water.”
    She wriggled her hips over his cock, turned on at the pleasure she’d given him. He gripped her ass and squeezed. “Did you need more?” he asked, amused.
    “Maybe,” she said.
    He slid his finger between her cheeks and stroked her outer lips, spreading her nectar over the length of her slit. “Well, you’ll just have to wait. That will be my guarantee you’re really going out with me again.”
    “Ugh!” she grumbled, slapping his arm and rolling off him. “And I was hoping you’d accept this in lieu of that second date, because it was a one-night stand kind of thing to me.”
    “Absolutely not,” he said, following her off the bed and getting dressed.
    “What if I made breakfast?”
    “Nah, I don’t