MY PLEASURE, SIR!
“Lick it. Use the flat of your tongue. Taste me.”
I flicked my tongue out tentatively at first, then with growing boldness, licking the swollen, sensitive head. The taste was intensely masculine—salty, slightly musky, warm, and addictive. I licked again, slower this time, swirling my tongue in wide, wet circles around the head, paying special, loving attention to the sensitive ridge underneath. Aaron let out a deep, guttural groan, his fingers tightening gently in my hair, sending sparks of pleasure down my spine.
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