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“You gotta be a good girl and keep quiet.”
“I’ll be a good girl,” she told me.
Fuck. Me.
“Yeah, you will.” Then I put my mouth on her. Flattened my tongue and licked her from entrance to clit, then again.
Her hips rolled when I flicked over her clit. Herbody stilled when I added my fingers, slipping one inside. She was so wet that I slipped all the way in.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” I whispered against her clit as she milked my finger.
If she was this snug with one digit, she was gonna strangle my big dick.
“Don’t stop.”
Stop? A tornado couldn’t rip me away from making her come.
And she was close.
Working my finger in and out, I waited for her reaction and when she clenched around me and moaned, I knew I’d found her g-spot, or at least a spot inside that she really,reallyliked.
I put pressure there as I flicked her clit, left, right, over the top, again and again.
She rode my face, her fingers gripping my hair so tightly I wondered if I’d have bald spots later.
But I knew the second she came because three things happened at once. She stifled a moan so raw my dick spurted pre-cum, her pussy clamped down on my finger, and she drenched my palm.
She was so perfect like this. So gorgeous. Wild. Free. I’d fucking done this to her.
I was fucking proud of myself and I hadn’t even gotten my dick out of my jeans.
When the little ripples came to a stop around my finger, I slipped it free and set her foot back on the ground. Using the back of my hand, I wiped my mouth. It wasn’t gonna do much, my whiskers were coated in her, wet with her need and ripe with her sweet scent.
I pushed to my feet, her skirt falling back in place, covering the prettiest, tastiest pussy ever.
“Before I take you home and fuck you through my mattress, I think we should introduce ourselves, don’t you?”
She tucked her hair behind her ear and licked her lips. Nodded.
“Cam Wilder. What’s your name, red?”
The relaxed, sated pose she had, as if the building was the only thing keeping her upright, was gone in an instant. She pushed off the wall, crossed her arms over her chest and the whites of her eyes grew huge in the harsh light. “What?”
“Cam Wilder.”
“Oh my God.” She looked left, then right, then surprised the hell out of me. She bolted toward the front of the building faster than an Olympic sprinter.
What the fuck?
It took me a second or two to process that she wasliterally running away for my feet to catch up. My dick was so hard in my jeans it hurt to walk.
“Wait!” I called.
Turning the corner, I was at the front of the bar. Unlike where we’d been, the exterior lights were bright, full of neon colors. The lot was busy and patrons were entering and leaving through the front doors. The music was pumping, too. It was as if the quiet bubble of just a few minutes ago had been popped.
Especially since I lost her. My gaze scanned the bar patrons and didn’t see her. I looked further into the lot, filled with pickups and SUVs. Nothing. I went back inside, saw her friends still at the same table without her.
She was gone.
