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“Open up, Cupcake.”

Her tongue darts out to lick her lips, and then she obeys me.

I nudge in closer until the tip is resting on her lower lip. Her tongue is hot and wet and perfect, licking a circle around me.

“You ready?” I need this to be hot and rough tonight. To take out all the pent-up need and guilt. It is a punishment, after all.

I thrust hard, punching the back of her throat. She gags, and I pull back.

“Too much.”

She shakes her head, but I move a little slower this time, giving her a minute to adjust to my size, filling her throat. I grab the back of her head, controlling her movements as I slide home again and again. Her throat wrapped around me is like nothing else. I don’t deserve the trust she has in me.

Pressure is building in my back already, but I don’t want it to end too soon, so I back off, taking a few breaths. I look down at her. Glassy eyes look up at me and I spot her hand between her legs, rubbing away at her clit. Her breath is coming in quick gasps. She looks so good. The tingle is increasing even when I’m not in her mouth, but that’s not what I want. I want to come down her throat. Fill her up with my essence, so I push back in. Her tongue is tracing patterns with each pass of my hips, and I know I’m not going to be able to hold it much longer.

My balls lift and tighten, and I hold on tight to her cheeks. Her moans vibrate up my length, and the heat builds to an impossible height. But when she cries out, body convulsing, I lose it. Pleasure rips through me, tearing me apart from the inside as my hips jolt, my dick pulsing and sending hot streams of cum down her throat. Just like I promised.

I groan, easing in and back out in small quick pulses.

She goes limp in my hold, and I finally pull out of her mouth, sliding down to scoop her up in my arms.

I wipe some cum off her mouth, feeding it back to her on my thumb, and she licks it off.

“Good girl. Now it’s your turn.”

I slide down her body, peeling off her soaked panties to return the favor.

Chapter 23

Evil Alliance

Cece

“What are you doingfor Thanksgiving, Anna?” I look up from the panel I was sketching out on my tablet.

Our story is almost perfect, so we’re drilling down on the details and laying everything out now. The submission deadline for Inx is December first, just after Thanksgiving. I might be biased, but I think our novel is perfect for what they’re looking for.

Yesterday, I worked my ass off to get the bonus project finished for my management class yesterday. I’ve still got other assignments on the go so I can hopefully get through this semester with decent grades. That’s all I need. To get through. Get my degree and move on with my life.

I’ve been so busy I haven’t seen Dev since I laid one last kiss on his forehead and snuck out in the middle of the night after the Halloween party. It’s been a long two weeks, but I’ve beenthinking maybe we can hang out over Thanksgiving weekend. I wasn’t planning on going home and I know he doesn’t have anywhere to go, so I thought we might snag some alone time. That would be incredible. A few days to ourselves. No worries about Beau catching us. That’s what I want. To be able to call him mine in public. To tell my brother about him. But he’s not ready. I’m not sure if he ever will be. He values his friendship with Beau so much.

“I’ve gotta go home to Maine. Blake is coming with me. Should be fun.”

“Too bad. I was thinking maybe some sort of Friendsgiving thing, but I know Georgia is going home too.” It tracks. Just because I don’t have any desire to spend the holiday with my family doesn’t mean everyone feels that way.

“Yeah. But Dev is going to be around, right?”

“Yes.” I can’t help the smile that pops up whenever I think of him.

“How’s that going for you?” She slides a note over to me with a slight adjustment to the dialogue for the scene I’ve been working on. I nod.

“Fantastic. We haven’t been seeing each other enough, but he’s got hockey. I’ve got school, and this. We still text.”“Do you think you could see him more if you weren’t keeping it a secret?”

I pause my work, looking up to see her giving me a concerned look. “Maybe, but we can’t. Not yet.”

“Okay. But think about it. Do you really think your brother would be that upset if he found out? Dev is his best friend. Hemust trust him on some level. And you’re a grown ass woman. You get to make your own decisions. This isn’t the medieval ages. Your family isn’t going to sell you off for an advantageous marriage. You get to choose.”

“I know, but things are a little complicated right now. Beau is the only person on my side. It’s us against the rest of the family. There’s something up with him, too. He always puts a lot of pressure on himself, but something’s off. And then there’s Dev. What if Beau turns on him? I don’t think he could handle it. I couldn’t make him choose.”

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