He grabbed it in his fist as she swallowed most of his cock, taking him as deeply as she could.

“Holy shit,” he muttered, sliding his hips forward to meet her mouth. She hummed her satisfaction and it vibrated up his cock.

She shoved his jeans down farther and cupped his balls. He thought he’d jump out of his skin when she licked down the shaft and tongued his sac.

“Yeah, oh f**k, yes, like that,” he whispered.

She opened her eyes and looked up at him, her lips swollen and wet. “Tell me. What do you want, Todd?”

He panted as the words threatened to break through. He wanted to say them, but the darkness in them wasn’t something he was used to letting free.

“Shall I go first? Should I tell you that when I’m done sucking your c**k and you’ve blown down my throat, I want your face between my thighs? That I want to feel your mouth on my pu**y, licking and sucking my clit? What do you say? Hmm? Is there a dirty talker in there waiting to break free? Trust me enough to tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

He swallowed hard. Erin Brown made him want things he’d been fine not wanting. On one hand, it felt marvelous; on the other, it scared the hell out of him. He let his tongue free because she’d demanded it of him with her own uninhibited behavior.

“Suck my cock, Erin. Take me as far as you can into that sweet, hot throat. I want to f**k your mouth and control you by your hair.” As the words unfurled, the tight ball in his chest eased for the first time in years. His spine relaxed even as his balls drew tight against his body.

Controlling her by her hair. God. How many times had he imagined it over the years when a woman sucked his cock? He’d had to grab the sheets to keep from reaching out to put her mouth just where he wanted it. But he hadn’t. He told himself it wasn’t gentlemanly to grab a woman by the hair.

Watching Erin down the line of his body, he caught her smile right before she bent over him and swallowed his c**k just the way he told her he wanted.

Her mouth kept even pressure, kept him nice and wet as he began to roll his hips, f**king into her while he grabbed a handful of her hair, tight, in his fist, holding her head just the way he wanted it.

The way he wanted it. Not gentle, not nice, but hard and dark. Emotion rushed through him as she sucked him into her mouth. Her hair in his fist felt right, so right he had to stop thinking about it because it overwhelmed him. Instead he watched her. She was so beautiful.

Each time he pulled out, the stalk of his c**k was deep red and shiny from her mouth. Her eyes stayed closed, but every once in a while she’d open them and look up at him, shocking him down to his toes.

Her ass swayed as she held on to the root of his c**k with one hand and lightly scored his thigh and balls with the blunt, neat nails of her other hand.

Orgasm rushed from the tips of his toes and his scalp, barreling toward his c**k at hyper-speed, until he clenched his jaw to hold back the roar as he shot down her throat just like he’d wanted to. Like he rarely ever did with a woman.

Pulse after pulse, he continued to come. She never stopped her rhythm on him until he softened and let go of her hair.

He stumbled back against the CD rack and panted to catch his breath. He kept his eyes closed to try and gather himself, to rein in his rioting emotions. It was powerful to have let go that much, to have given in to what he wanted. Getting it was even more so, and the floodgates opened a crack. He could see himself shoving her to her knees when she walked in his front door every night. Ordering her to suck his c**k to start the evening off but not make him climax. Still wet from her mouth, he’d f**k her right then and there in his hallway. Pump his c**k into her cunt over and over while she was on her hands and knees. Erin. Just for him.

Fine tremors worked through him for long moments. He’d never allowed himself to be so specific with fantasies. Stayed away from the BDSM  p**n . He didn’t want to hurt a woman, and for him, fear that he’d cross the line and become a deviant kept him far away.

When he opened his eyes after a deep breath, she still knelt on his couch, drinking her beer, watching him with that smile of hers.

He’d wondered briefly, as he’d begun to come, if she’d run out the door afterward. After hearing his coarse words. But hers were just as coarse, and f**k, it wasn’t like he was some fragile dude. He wore a gun to work!

“You”—she tipped her chin toward him—“have some pu**y to eat.”

He didn’t stop the smile this time. “You’re a very dirty girl.” And it worked. It worked for her and it really worked for him.

“I am. Please feel free to tell me more.”

He jerked his chin toward his bedroom. He wanted to spread her out as he ate her.

Erin let him lead the way down the short hall to his bedroom. His place was smaller than hers and Adrian’s. No second floor, which was too bad because she’d love to be bent over and f**ked from behind on the stairs.

She’d actually planned to drink a beer and slowly seduce the man, but he’d eroded her control. As he stood there with his c**k in her face, she’d had to taste him. And she really liked the way his breath caught when she told him what she wanted. There was a thin veneer of control over his emotions. He didn’t want to be turned on, but he was. Part of her thrilled at being the one to flip that switch, but the other part went wet and gooey at the idea of him dominating her.

His bedroom was cool and dark until he flipped on the light next to the bed, casting a yellow glow around the space.