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She moans and pulls away, running her tongue vigorously over my abs up to my chest, swirling around my nipple and biting down with a sharp sting.

“Fuck,” I hiss, lifting my hips into her.

She’s so fucking rough, and I love it. I love every bit of her.

Her teeth scrape back down my abs and her lips purse over my head. She looks up and sucks with a flick of her tongue.

Fuck. My hips lift involuntarily, but she tears my boxers down my legs and flings them across the room.

Licking her lips, she comes back for more. Running her tongue up from my balls to my tip, suctioning on each inch as she goes.

“Babe,” I groan, unable to make out any other words.

Stroking my shaft, she flicks her tongue and sucks at the tip, taking me in a little deeper with each stroke.

This isn’t going to last long. My balls are already lifting up into my ass, and I’m trying to clear my head so I don’t bust too soon.

“Too good,” I moan and clench her sheets in my fist.

Fuck, I’m sweating. Sweat is pouring out of me as I desperately try to hold on. And just when I think I can’t take anymore, Willa takes me back as far as I can go.

My cock runs against the roof of her mouth to the back of her throat.

Her bright blue eyes pop open, staring up at my heaving chest and sweating pores.

“Gorgeous,” I breathe out as I gaze down at her. She’s amazing and fuck the cliché, but she’s fucking gorgeous with my cock filling her hollowed out mouth.

She pulls up and slides me back in, increasing her speed and sucking me back.

“Fuck, I’m coming.” I give her a warning and then grab her hair to pulse inside her as my cum bursts and spills out down her tiny throat.

Her nails dig into my ass, and she holds me against her, staring up at me while she swallows every, last, drop.

Chapter 30

Willa

Carter pulls me up and wraps me in his arms.

His chest heaves under me, and our damp skin clings together.

“So,” my finger plays with the single hair next to his puckered nipple, missed from the latest waxing he got, “how was it?”

“Good.” He kisses my temple and then lifts my chin to gain access to my lips. “Fucking amazing.”

“You’re getting better,” Vic would say after I would finish, then he’d hand me a cup and bottle of water to rinse my mouth out before he would kiss me.

I shake the nasty thought out of my head. I want to wipe every memory of him out, but my therapist said it may take some time. We talked about the incident when I broke my ankle, and then she dove in, asking questions about my ex. I didn’t want to talk about him, but it’s been helping. So has Carter.

Carter isn’t like Vic. At one time, he compared himself to Vic, but they are complete opposites.

“Give me a minute, and then I’m going to ravish you.” He kisses me again, holding me close to his chest.

“We have all day, right?” I kiss his pecs and make myself comfortable. “But I will get hungry, so you can’t forget to feed your hostage.”

“That’s what the tacos are for.” His voice comes out in a deep grovel as his hand smoothes down over my butt.

“And thirsty.” I pick my head up to tap his full bottom lip.

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