Page 60 of Forbidden Girl

She spreads my legs, kisses the entire length of my inner thighs. And then her tongue is dancing on my slit, relishing the taste of me.

The look in her eyes is so full of love—mellow yet determined—as she takes my clit into her mouth. I move to palm her crown, but she catches my hand, instead lacing our fingers together and pinning our hands to the bed. She starts with light, quick flicks, crescendos the pressure and speed.

Soon, I’m on fire. I’m dying to moan but know I can’t. It takes everything I have to keep quiet. I squeeze her hand as my body starts to shake. She slips two fingers inside me, massaging my G-spot.

My orgasm is intense. Roaring. But I’m silent. I collapse onto the mattress and close my eyes as I ride out the waves of chemicals flooding my system.

She doesn’t give me much time to recover, just long enough to slip out of her airy nightdress and panties. She pulls me upright and climbs into my lap, wrapping her legs around my torso and her arms around my neck. I feel her wetness on my pelvis. She kisses me again, glides her tongue into my mouth. I slide three fingers into her, deep as they can go.

I concentrate on working the tiny bundle of nerves inside her, palming her ass with my free hand as she grinds her clit against the base of my thumb. She’s quieter than she’s ever been, but I feel her pulsating around my fingers—my cue to go faster. She bites her bottom lip and digs her nails into my shoulders as she comes.

By the time she’s finished, I’m soaked in her. Soaked. All the times we’ve had sex and she’s never…

“You’re a squirter!” I whisper.

Then she’s silent-laughing into my neck so hard that we’re both trembling. “Sometimes. You should take me in a bed more often.”

“If I survive tomorrow night, I plan to.”

“I should get you a towel.”

“Absolutely-the-fuck-not. We can air-dry, it’s fine.”

She kisses me again, then scuttles off me and lies down. “I know you can’t stay, but will you hold me for a while?”

“Like you have to ask.” I situate myself beside her. We’re sticky with sweat and other fluids, but none of it matters. All I care about is that she’s in my arms, now and again pressing her lips to my neck.

I climb down the trellis at the earliest hint of sunrise. She watches me and I can feel the worry in her gaze. My feet touch the grass and I see her exhale her anxiety.

I love you, she mouths to me.

I love you, too. More than words can say.

It’s the longest day of my life. I stew in dread until darkness falls at 8:05 p.m. The minions arrive to pick us up shortly after, in an unregistered 12-foot box truck someone did a slapdash job of painting black. As my father and I are heading out the door I prepare myself to compromise my newfound principle.

“I need a gun.”

I don’t plan to fire it—the optics of the thing are frightening enough.

“What happened to yours?”

“The one I killed a man with? Yeah, that’s at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean.”

“Smart girl, getting rid of it.”

I didn’t do it because it was proof of a crime, douche. “Whatever. Give me your spare.” He’s predictable. He pulls up his pant leg and yanks his Beretta Nano from its ankle holster. Small but deadly. “Thanks.”

We approach the pier with our headlights off, rolling the truck over the hoary boards at a snail’s pace. The lighting here is garbage. We’re well-hidden in the maws of the night. “It’s there, at the end.” I point at Calloway’s building through the windscreen. My dad parks a hundred yards from the warehouse entrance, and we stake it out in complete silence.

“You were right. I only see two guards. Nice job, kid.” My dad gives me a literal pat on the back. I fight my instinct to squirm at the contact.

“Jeremy and I will take care of the guards. Once they’re down, move in.”

I turn to give Jeremy directions. “We go up there cool and non-threatening, not with guns blazing. I’ll take the one with the beard. You’ve got the other guy. Don’t fuck this up and don’t kill him if you don’t have to.”

“Okay.”

“Go on three—one. Two. Three.” We hop out, making certain to close the doors softly behind us.

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