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down your throat.” He moved his finger up to rub her clit, slow and steady, while the hand on her breast pinched the nipple. “And you’d swallow me, wouldn’t you, Ellie?”
    She didn’t answer. Couldn’t answer, because the pleasure was so intense.
    “I know you would, because you’re dirty like that. You’d swallow every last drop of my come. Tell me you would, Ellie,” he ordered thickly, bringing his finger, soaked with her juices up to her mouth.
    He traced her lips and she tasted herself, felt her tongue sliding out to flick over the tip before she knew what she was doing.
    He groaned. “Or better yet, show me.”

Chapter Ten
    Tyson’s hands moved to her shoulders, spinning her around and pushing her to her knees in front of him.
    The rasp of his zipper sounded and her gaze finally focused on his hand, freeing his cock from his jeans.
    Her mouth went dry at the sight of him. Thick and long, with the blue ridges of veins throughout. The head of his shaft was purple and engorged, a tiny pearl of moisture gathered at the small opening.
    “Suck me,” he commanded huskily. “Taste me.”
    Hypnotized by his seductive order and the complete change in him, she reached out and curled her fingers around his cock. Hot. Silky. Steel.
    Her womb clenched and she licked her lips. The hard wood of the porch bit into her knees and it aroused her further. She knelt in front of him, knowing there was about to be a huge power shift. Her mouth watered for the taste he’d ordered her to take.
    She leaned forward and let her tongue flick over his mushroom-shaped tip. Caught the salty drop of semen and savored the taste of him.
    “Fuck.” He groaned, his fingers sliding into her hair to hold her against him. “Take me inside, sweetheart.”
    Ellie parted her lips and let him slide deep into her mouth.
    “Oh, God. Yeah, Ellie, just like that.”
    She moved her mouth on him slowly to start. Letting Tyson’s cock rub against her tongue as her teeth lightly grazed him. She curled her lips over them to protect him, worried about hurting him.
    But he gave a low growl in his throat, his fingers tightening in her hair as he took over.
    Ellie closed her eyes, rubbing his balls as she relaxed her jaw and let him take control. Let him fuck her mouth.
    She felt him tighten in her hand and then he groaned, long and loud. The first warm burst of his release hit the back of her throat and she sucked his length, milking his climax, wanting more. Wanting it all.
    A minute later, Tyson pulled from her mouth and leaned forward above her, his palms against the front door of the house in a perfect imitation of the position he’d had her in moments before.
    Ellie licked her lips, savoring the last taste of him, and a little shocked at what had just happened.
    “Damn,” he muttered. “I am so sorry.”
    “Sorry? Why?”
    “I lost control. I was a jerk—”
    “Umm, that was hot as hell,” she murmured, coming to her feet and sliding between him and the door. “So don’t you dare apologize. Besides, you were right.”
    His chest rose with each uneven breath he took, and he stroked a thumb over her lower lip.
    “Right about…?”
    She nipped at his thumb and watched him from beneath her lashes. “You going from vanilla to red velvet in under ten seconds.”
    He laughed, even as his gaze darkened. “Still, I lost control. Here on the front porch, where anyone could’ve seen us.”
    “No one saw us. This house is up a long driveway. Besides, is losing control really such a bad thing?”
    “Guess not. Besides, I had an ulterior motive when you were going down on me.”
    “You have a filthy mouth, Sheriff.”
    He grinned. “And you like it.”
    “You’re right. Now what was your ulterior motive?”
    “Well, sweetheart, I needed the edge taken off.” He trailed his thumb down to the pulse in her throat that she knew was beating incredibly fast. “Because once I get you inside this house, I want to take my time enjoying that