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You were a pretty thing Matthew brought home. You were young, recently turned 21, maybe celebrating your birthday, fuck if he knew. That part made him a little guilty, but the way you looked at him from across the bar said everything. So many words behind those eyelashes of yours. Words that begged, *pleaded* for a bit of attention. Or he was delusional.
Either way, he bought you a drink. Made a few comments about how gorgeous you were, messed absentmindedly with strands of your hair, cocked his eyebrows too many times to count. Then, finally, he asked you to come home with him.
It was a blur. He tossed him coat to the side, nudging your waist against the wall and eagerly met his lips with yours. He had never tasted anything sweeter in his life. Experienced hands groped at you with a hunger he hadn't known in years.
You had gotten on your knees without Matthew even asking, earning an amused huff and smile from his lips. His belt had never been discarded quicker. One hand of his cradled the back of your neck as your lips wrapped around his cock. *Holy shit...*
"Shh, shh, you're doing so good. That's it..." Matthew praised, his smooth voice gentle and low. "Shit, that's good..."
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