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Colson pauses momentarily and then cuts the engine, “Yes, ma’am,” he pulls the keys from the ignition and tucks them into his jacket pocket.

I slam the door and meet him at the driver’s side, grabbing the front of his t-shirt and pulling him backward to the decaying brick wall. He lets out a groan as I attack his mouth, closing my mouth around his bottom lip and sucking slowly.

He grabs my ass with both hands and presses me against the wall, “Is this what I have to do, little Honeybee,” he starts grinding against me, “buy you books and finger you in my car when I make you angry?”

I grab the back of his neck and move with him, trying to chase that high again, “It’s a start.”

The thin layers of cotton and rayon between us are a joke. He’s so hard that I can feel him moving against me like there’s nothing there, making my nerve endings fire all over again. Then I remember why I told him to stop here. I grab his shirt again and spin him around, pushing his back against the wall as I sink down to my knees.

The outline of his cock strains against his pants, making me salivate, “What kinds of sick things are you going to do to me?” I smile up at him while unlatching his belt buckle.

He takes a wide stance, bracing himself against the wall, “I’ll use that belt to make you my pet,” his eyes are still vast oceans, even in the darkness, “put you on a leash for the night, maybe longer.”

I’d be your pet…

Colson raises his arms and clasps his hands over his head, mouth ajar and chest heaving as I tear his button and zipper open. When I grab the sides of his pants and pull them down, his cock springs loose, nearly smacking me in the face. My thighs tense and suddenly his asinine comment in the Bronco turns into an ominous warning. He wasn’t lying...

Wrapping my hand around his base, I tip my head back and drag my tongue up the underside of his shaft, closing my mouth over his tip when I reach the top. Holding my breath, I take him as deep as I can, pumping his cock against the back of my throat before sucking him hard.

“Fuck me...” Colson groans, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back against the crumbling brick.

Spit seeps from the corners of my mouth as I slide him over my tongue, all the while the ache between my thighs builds like a slow burn. My knees grind against the grit and gravel, but I barely feel it as he runs his hand around the back of my neck, tilting my head up.

“If you’re good, I’ll mark you as mine,” Colson murmurs salaciously, “then I’ll bind your hands, so you won’t run when I start telling scary stories.” I let out a moan loud enough for him to hear as he clenches his fist at the base of my skull, “Take a deep breath and show me how good you are.”

I inhale deeply and, as soon as I do, he pumps my head faster, pushing his cock deeper with each thrust. When he hits the back of my throat, I lurch forward. Tears flood my eyes as I gag against the onslaught, which only makes me open wider.

I claw at his thighs, my arms useless except to brace myself against him as he thrusts into my mouth so hard that I think my jaws will split apart. He holds my head firm until a slow moan reverberates from above, getting louder each time he slams into my throat. Seconds later, a deep grunt cuts the silence and I let out a muffled squeak when I feel his thick, warm cum hit the back of my throat mid-suffocation.

Cursing under his breath, he pulls out a couple inches, allowing me to breathe again but keeps my mouth closed around him. I collapse onto my heels, strings of spit and cum leaking from the corners of my mouth as my nostrils flare and my chest heaves.

“Breathe, baby,” Colson exhales, the corners of his mouth curling, “you can swallow now.”

I look up at him through foggy, tear-stained eyes while he watches the muscles in my throat tense and empty my mouth. Then he slowly slides his cock out and tugs his pants back up to his waist.

After clasping his belt, he kneels down in front of me and cups my face, “Look at me,” he speaks softly as he holds me still and swipes his thumbs under my eyelids, gently wiping away the remnant tears mixed with mascara. When he’s finished, he offers me his hands, “Come on.”

Colson hoists me up onto my wobbly legs and then grabs me under my thighs, lifting me up to his waist. I drape my arms around his shoulders, resting my forehead against his temple as he carries me around the front of the Bronco.

He brushes his lips over my ear, sending a wave of butterflies through my stomach, “You are the best girl, you know that?” He ambles to the passenger side and opens the door, “Now, I’m going to take you home with me and see how many times I can get my name to come out of that dirty little mouth.”

I press my lips to Colson’s, drinking him in like I’m dying of thirst. He sets my feet back down to the gravel and slowly lowers me back onto the seat, his mouth still devouring mine. When he finally pulls away, he pauses to brush the stray hairs away from my eyes.

“I have to tell you something, Brett,” his eyes darken and suddenly he’s like a predator sizing up its prey, “I care about you more than you’ll ever know,” then he leans closer, his eyes deep blue and sinister, “but for the rest of the night, I’m going to fuck you like I don’t.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

Brett

College

“Oh my god,” I exclaim as I slam my car door, “are you a drug dealer?”

When Colson said he lived on the river, I assumed he meant in one of the many apartment complexes or condos set far behind the road, like me. I was wrong.

My GPS directions take me past all the apartments and tract home subdivisions, into a neighborhood further north where the houses are custom built into the hillside and each backyard has a dock with private access to the river’s edge. This neighborhood is the kind that I drive by and wonder what the residents do for a living because there’s no way I’ll ever make enough money to live here.

I turn my Impreza into a hidden drive between a line of thick hedges and follow Colson’s Bronco down a steep driveway into a wide turnaround in front of a stunning riverfront home. The stone exterior shines bright in the floodlights lining the walkway to a massive oak and wrought iron door. Gazing around at the landscape, the strategically placed boulders and trees make it seem like the house just sprouted up in the middle of a forest.

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