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“No, I just didn’t want to seem inappropriate,” I stutter.

He takes my hand and pulls it down, placing it inside his boxers. He wraps my hand around his cock and begins moving it in an up-and-down motion while keeping his hand on top of mine. My muscles tense and my heart rate quickens as my warmth pools low in my belly. I like touching him. I think I could get off on pleasing him.

He closes his eyes and leans his head back on his arm, “Tell me how it feels.”

“It’s big and thick. It’s hard but the skin is soft and silky,” I reply.

“I want you to taste it,” he says and I find myself lost in a soup of fear, desire, and curiosity.

“I’ve never done that before,” I tell him.

“Are you afraid, little girl?” he asks me.

“A little,” I mutter.

“It’s alright. I’m gonna teach you how to suck my cock.”

He takes his hand off mine and brings it up to my shoulders. He guides me down his body until my head is in his crotch and slides his penis across my lips. My heart races, panties soaking, as he taps the head against my mouth.

“Open up, baby,” he tells me, and I part my lips, wetting them with my tongue.

He places just the tip inside, and I wrap my lips tightly around it. He groans, “Slap it with your tongue.”

I do as I’m told and tiny drops of salty fluid drip from him. Holding my head steady, he pushes an inch or so more inside me and begins thrusting his hips. The pulsing between my legs is maddening, so I slip my hand down and touch myself. Seeing me please myself ignites his passion and he pushes himself deeper into my mouth. Each stroke of his cock pressing harder against the back of my throat as he increases in speed.

My swollen clit is so sensitive that every touch sends a shockwave up my spine. He must be feeling the same because he’s panting and groaning like a feral beast ready to slay its prey. He holds my head still and fills my face with his throbbing cock, which jumps and releases a mouthful of his seed. I wait until his erection subsides and he slips out of my mouth before I swallow.

Without warning, he leaps up and flips me over on the bed. He tosses my legs over his shoulders and wraps his lips around my swollen clit, sucking it until my arousal peaks and I come, thrashing and kicking the whole time.

We settle back down, him on his back and me on top of him, listening to the sound of his heartbeat. The sun is rising when we both fall back to sleep.

7

BACK TO SCHOOL

KENT

The best weekend of my life ends and Kendal goes back to campus. The plate that I called in came back as a fake. It belongs to a totaled vehicle that was towed to a local junkyard. It seems Mr. Sanders may be collecting plates from the junkyard before the owners get the chance to pick them up and turn them into the DMV.

He must have swapped plates after I took down the number because none of my patrolmen had spotted him. It’s bad news but I would be a liar if I said that spending a few more nights with Kendal didn’t excite me.

I spend a few hours at the station then head out to the college to look for Sanders. He’s familiar with Kendal’s class schedule and may be there lurking in the shadows. I arrive on campus just in time to see Kendal crossing the quad with her lunch in her hand. My blood begins to boil as I see a stocky, young guy run up beside her. With one clenched fist and the other on the door handle of the SUV, I watch her expression. She’s startled but not alarmed when she sees him. In fact, she smiles. Why is she looking up at him and smiling like that? Who is this kid?

My plan was to approach this stakeout with discretion. If Sanders sees me here, it will defeat the purpose. But…I have to know what’s going on between Kendal and this guy, so I step out of my vehicle and walk toward them just as they sit down on a bench together.

I do my best to push back the anger, but I can’t stop the dark, possessive feelings that curl in my gut. Why is she friendly with him and entertaining him? Are they always eating lunch together? Maybe this guy is bothering her, but she doesn’t want to cause a scene so she’s just being polite. I have to know. If he is bothering her, I’m going to break him in two.

“Kendal,” I say a little louder than I should have, and she jumps out of her skin.

She sees me and a big, bright smile covers her face. At any other time, it would make my heart slam against my ribcage, but right now, I can’t see straight and don’t have the mental capacity to search for the meaning behind her smile.

“Kent, what are you doing here?’ she asks as both she and the guy stand back up.

“Who’s your friend?” I ask her, ignoring her question.

“Oh, this is David. We have class together. We were just talking about our group project for science while we were on break.”

“Science? Is that chemistry? Biology? Maybe it’s for anatomy. He sure is taking in an eyeful of yours,” I grit out.

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