Page 161 of The Last Good Man

She knows it and is like a kid without her training wheels for the first time.

“Get down, baby, and take me out. We don’t have the entire night. There’s a place I need to be.”

She doesn’t like my wordsin the slightest, and there it is––her curiosity is laced with resentment and revenge.

I bet she’ll suck me good.

This new woman is new to her. She’s already shown her sultry side by convincing her to dye her hair and put a statement out there with her dress.

The luscious red hair highlighting her eyesfuelsthe tension in my body.

I make myself comfortable against the car, folding my arms over my chest while inviting her to touch me again.

Pouting, she unfastens my belt and unzips my fly.

I’mrock hardwhen she pulls me out of my pants and boxer shorts.Her red nails trailing down my length make my balls tighten.

She needs to gift me so much pleasure, so I forget the boners she has given me.

Damn, she’s beautiful as she wraps her hand around me, impressed with my girth.

“It won’t work unless you use your spit, so get down. Don’t make mesay it again.”

She gingerly lifts her dress with her free hand and crunchesin front ofme, sparing her knees. That works for me.

Her dress almost splits at the seams, and her tits push up, about to spill out of her bra as she brushes all her hair over one shoulder.

I help her with that, unfolding my arms, gathering her mane of deep fire in my fist, and reaching down to scoop her breasts out of her dress.

A questioning look slides over her face before she glances at the other end of the hallway.

“Don’t worry. No one will bother you,” I say asshefeelsherway around the crown of my dick with her fingertips.

Her breath tickles me before I feel the heat of her mouth and the moisture that I crave.

She places the head of my cock in her mouth, closes her lips, and sucks on my flesh.

A jolt of electricity pushes through my groin. The tension is perfect, making my blood move faster.

I wonder how many dicks she has sucked. Or how comfortable she has been. And has she?

Was it something she checked off her list? Or did she get any pleasure?

She’s too concentrated on her task to experience anything close to pleasure, although timid signs that she likes it surface quickly.

She doesn’t mind that her chest is exposed, and to make things even messier, I push the shoulders of her dress down so the top of her dress is bunched up at the waist.

She’s still shy around my dick, and that might have to do with her brain more than her skill. So I fan my fingers over her cheek and hold her hair high.

“Let’s do this…” I say, pressing my thumb into the corner of her mouth to keep it open and sliding my length in.

Every time I hit the back of her throat, a beaded tearfallsfrom the corner of her eye. She swallows hard and sinks her nails into my thighs.

I feel nothing while I watch my veiny rod moving past her crimson lips.

But I’ve never seen something more beautiful in my life.

It took some effort to bring her here, to make her believe in her instinct and how worthy it is.

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