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done a poll…”
She laughed. “No, but you’ve probably been with half the freshman girls, so you’ve seen a pretty big sample.”
His eyebrow arched. “Are you calling me a slut?”
“No, you’re a guy. Everyone just considers you a ladies’ man. If I’d slept with as many guys, then I’d be considered a slut. The unfair double standard.”
He leaned in close and kissed her, his lips lingering on hers, then brushing across her cheek, sending tingles dancing through her.
“River, I would never think you’re a freak. And I want you to know that last night was special for me, too.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back for another kiss. She pressed her tongue between his lips and swept inside. His tongue met hers and they tangled, then he suckled. Her pulse quickened and she took his hand and drew it to her naked breast.
“Last night was so great,” she said breathlessly. “And I think it’ll only get better with practice.”
He squeezed her breast. Her nipple hardened, and she ached to feel his mouth around it. She dragged her palm down his chest, over his sculpted abs, and then her fingers brushed lightly over his cock. It wasn’t as big as last night, or as hard, but as she wrapped her hand around it, it swelled.
“I love how enthusiastic you are.”
“Yeah?” She stroked his hardening cock. “Well, I want to make up for lost time. You’re such a great tutor…” She squeezed his erection, loving how hard it was, then stroked up and down. “I’m hoping you’ll teach me some new things.”
He groaned. “Sweetheart, right now you’re doing just fine.”
She watched his face as her hand glided up and down his thick shaft. She loved how the skin, which was as soft as kid leather, moved over the iron-hard column beneath. And the look of growing pleasure on his face enthralled her.
She continued stroking him, watching his rapt expression. She pressed her hand against his chest and pushed him until he rolled onto his back, then she knelt between his knees. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to the tip of his cock—her hand still moving—and kissed it. His eyes grew needier as he watched her.
God, she felt so powerful being able to affect him like this.
“I didn’t really get a good look at this last night.” She stopped pumping and stared at his cock. It stood straight up, like a skyscraper reaching for the stars.
She’d never really seen a penis, but she was sure this one was a masterpiece. Of course, her opinion was colored by the vast amount of pleasure it had given her last night.
The head, which was as big as a clementine, was purple-red and mushroom-shaped, and veins pulsed along the thick shaft. She ran her finger from the base of the solid column to the tip.
“You’re right. You are big.”
“How do you know? It’s not like you have anything to compare it to.”
“Maybe not, but my roommate likes to talk about sex. A lot.”
“And she talks about how big guys are?”
She nodded. “And what she does with them and how good they are. And she gives me tips.”
“Yeah? What kind of tips?”
She grinned. “Like this.”
Chapter Seven
River grasped his cock and pressed her lips to the tip, then opened to take the head inside. It filled her mouth. She pumped him slowly as she ran her tongue around the top, then over the small opening, tasting the salty drop oozing from it.
She watched his face, seeing how much what she was doing was pleasing him. She sucked, squeezing him inside her mouth. Watching his pleasure grow. Then she swallowed, causing a deeper suction. To her satisfaction, he groaned. His fingers glided through her hair and he cupped her head, then drew her forward. She took him deeper. Gloria had told her when giving a guy head, especially a big guy, to tip her head back and relax the throat so she could take him deeper.
She’d always been a bit uncomfortable with Gloria’s obsession over talking about sex, but at the intense need in Kane’s eyes, she was so glad she’d listened.
She took him as deep as she could, then slid back, her hand following, then eased deep again.
“Oh, fuck, that is so good.”
She moved faster on him, loving the feel of his rigid flesh gliding past her lips. Loving the musky masculine scent of him and his soft groans of pleasure.
“I’m going to come soon, sweetheart,” he warned.
His hand urged her head to move