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I maintain eye contact as I eat her out. I suck on her clit. Dip my tongue inside her. When her thighs begin to tremble, I wet my thumb with her moisture, then reach up to slather it on her nipple.

I pull back.

“Sawyer, please, don’t stop. I’m close?—”

“Here’s the deal, pretty girl,” I growl. “You don’t come until I’m inside you. Greedy as you are, I know you want me to fill you up with my dick first. You want that, don’t you?”

Her eyebrows curve upward, like she’s in pain. “Yeah.”

“Say it. Exactly what you want.”

“Sawyer—”

“Fucking say it, Ava.”

Her eyes flash. “I want you. All of you. That gorgeous dick—give it to me. Right now.”

“There she is.” I smile. “My greedy girl.”

I climb over her and suck that nipple into my mouth. She gasps, hands finding my shoulders, knees finding my hips. Her finger traces the line of Roman numerals I have tattooed on my left pectoral, back and forth, back and forth.

Planting my elbows on either side of her head, I kiss her lips, opening them with my tongue. She lets me in easily, kissing me back with a messy fervor that makes my blood riot.

Her hands move over my shoulders and onto my back. She digs her nails into my skin, trailing them over my shoulder blades.

I bite her lip. She reaches for my dick. I yank up my hips, staying out of reach.

“You said you wanted to ride,” I pant into her mouth, “so you’re gonna ride.”

Shaping her waist with my hands, I roll over onto my back and bring her with me. She half gasps, half laughs as she adjusts to the new position, her knees straddling my hips. Her hair is everywhere, and she uses her hand to pull it back from her face.

“Show me how good you can sit on my dick.” I hold her by the hips, my grip firm. “Bet you can’t take all of me.”

Ava arches a brow as she pushes up on her knees. “That a challenge, cowboy?”

“Fuck yeah it’s a challenge.” I squeeze her tit. She’s fuckinggorgeousfrom this angle, hair a mess. Thighs flexed. Eyes on fucking fire. “You take all of me, and I’ll let you swallow my cum. Deal?”

Seriously,whereis this shit coming from? I’d never have the courage to be so filthy and so … open, I guess, with anyone else.

Only Ava. I feel at ease with her in a way I haven’t in forever. Maybe because I know I’ll never see her again? There’s no pressure to be anything other than myself.

Doesn’t hurt that she makes me feel sexy. Alive. Wanted.

She makes me feel like I’measyto want. To like. It’s a nice change of pace from feeling like a burden all the damn time.

Everything about this has been easy. Dancing with her, talking with her. Having fun with her.

Why don’t girls like Ava exist in Hartsville?

Or maybe just a different version of me exists here in Austin, and the better question is: why am I not like this more often at home?

Because I have a kid I love more than life itself. And that kind of love comes with responsibility.

Hard to be fun, to have any kind of freedom, when you’re a parent. Much less a single parent.

But I’m not going to think about that right now. Right now, I’m going to enjoy the fuck out of this tiny bit of freedom I do have.

“Deal,” Ava says, wrapping her hand around my dick. She puts the other on my chest, flattening her palm so that her first finger brushes my nipple. A bolt of lust cracks down my middle.

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