Page 7 of Mister Fireman

He waited until my orgasm subsided to lift me and press my front into the back of the seat. Getting directly behind me, Dejvi filled me with slow, long strokes.

“Fuck, Dejvi.”

With a chuckle, he lowered himself to my lips for a deep, nasty kiss. “You keep getting wetter and wetter. You like this dick, huh?”

“I love it,” I almost purred.

“Say thank you,” he commanded, wrapping his hand around my neck. “Thank me for giving you this good dick.”

My lips trembled and eyes rolled into the back of my head. “Th-thank you,” I moaned.

“Again.”

“Thank you.”

“Again.”

I said it about five times, before I was cumming again. His body weight kept me up as we kissed. Each time he circled his hips, I hummed.

“Choke me harder,” I requested, surprising my own self. Normally, I didn’t even like that shit, but again, it was something about Dejvi…

“You like breath play?” he checked, then slipped his tongue into my ear, causing me to shiver.

“What’s that?”

“Let me show you.”

And he did. He alternated between choking me hard enough to almost cut off my air supply and soft enough that I barely felt his hand wrapped around my neck. Each time he went harder, all I could do was grunt and gasp and focus on how full he made me. When he released and I pulled in a deep breath, I came harder than I ever had before. He choked me again, and just when I felt lightheaded enough to pass out, he released, stroking me so deep and hard I squirted and convulsed against him.

“Yeah, you like that shit too.” He chuckled, but it turned into a moan as his dick throbbed inside of me. “Fuuuck!” Dejvi’s hand squeezed my waist as his body jerked while he released his seeds. “Hmm… shit.”

My arm wrapped around him from behind, holding him close by his neck. Our lips connected for a final kiss before he pulled himself out of me. I was so wet I didn’t want to sit down, so I pulled my panties and sweats back up. My legs were so weak I couldn’t squat for long. I plopped back down, and he laughed.

“Do you want to come in and get cleaned up?” I offered.

“I don’t want to impose, but if you don’t mind.”

“Yeah, it’s no problem.”

“Good, because I made a mess of that pussy, and you got me and my jeans soaked.”

I didn’t have to see his face to know he was serious, but I laughed anyway. A part of me was embarrassed because I’d never cum that much and squirted that hard.

“It’s your fault,” I told him, shoving him playfully.

“I’ll take the blame for what I got in exchange.” He chuckled. “Thank you for letting me have you.”

“Thank you for making me feel safe enough to.”

His hand cupped my jaw and neck, and he tilted my head slightly before kissing me again. His kisses were like magic. His dick had healing power. I know my name is Enjell, but tonight, Dejvi was mine. Even if I wanted to share that truth with him, I didn’t think he would have been capable of understanding just how much I needed this with him. Tomorrow, the reality of my situation was going to consume me, so I was grateful for this escape.

We made our way out of the car and to my front door. I threw his clothes in the washer for a quick cycle since they were all dark in color. We ended up showering together, which led to him being inside of me again, pressed against the wall. After we were done cleaning each other up, we climbed into the guest bed.

I hated Gino, but I wasn’t comfortable having a man in our bed. That made me feel like I’d have to get new furniture to even feel comfortable here if I stayed. Right now, I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. My first priority was going to be getting a job.

“Your clothes should be out of the dryer in like thirty minutes,” I said. “I don’t want you to think I’m trying to kidnap you.”

“I don’t mind.”

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