CHAPTER 4: Nick
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“You won’t win.” Nick grasped the table so hard he was pretty sure there’d be indentations in the wood.
“I will.” Sarah’s tongue teased along his length.
He was going to explode or collapse, sobbing with frustration if she didn’t take him in her mouth soon. “Enough, Sarah. Please.” His hips thrust forward, his d**k rubbing along her face.
“What’s the matter, Nick? Don’t like to be teased?”
“You’ve teased enough.” His arms shook as he fought not to grab her head and urge her to get on with it.
“That’s how I feel when you tease me, but you’re bigger and stronger. You’re in charge.”
Her hot breath whispered across his aching c**k but it wasn’t enough. He needed her mouth. “You haven’t won yet.” He grabbed her head, tipping up her face. “Open.”
“Let go of me.
