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He squeezed her nipples, sending a thrill from her core to the opening of her vagina. She was so ready for him.

She hooked her fingers underneath the waist of his jeans and tugged. The material went down easily.

He was hard and thick. Her inner thighs trembled at the sight of him.

Whether it was because he was older, harder, and more rugged than anyone she'd been with, his cock also seemed bigger and more beautiful.

They reached for each other at the same time. She kissed him as he backed her onto the bed. The edge of the cushion hit the back of her legs. He gripped her hips, urging her to sit. She sat.

Before she could pull him down with her, he dropped to his knees on the floor of the van and leaned in to kiss her breasts. His lips surrounded her nipple, and he sucked hard, pulling her pleasure from her.

She cradled his head. There was nothing more she could do. He had her in a position that put her at his mercy.

Tortured mercy.

Wire squeezed her thighs, kneading them before dipping between her knees and spreading her legs. Her body was already wet, swollen, and throbbing. She waited breathlessly for his fingers to touch her pussy.

He parted her curls and zeroed in on her clit, circling and rubbing lightly. Her spine trembled. Being around him excited her. The whole night a massive foreplay.

A few minutes of him touching her, coupled with pure concentration, would have her climaxing.

He let go of her nipple and rubbed his face against her breasts, using his mouth, taking nipples, licking, and sucking as he covered the front of her. Her eyes closed. He only touched two areas, but she felt him everywhere.

Wire removed his hands, gripping her ass, and pulled her forward. She grabbed the blanket on the pullout couch as he lowered his head between her legs.

She was wet, excited, and self-aware. "You don't have to—"

"Shut up," he mumbled against her thigh.

She looked up at the ceiling of the van, giving in. The act was more intimate than she'd normally do when she was with someone for the first time. She'd had a few boyfriends, but one-night stands were new to her.

But she no longer had anything stopping her from finding pleasure wherever she could find it.

That's what the past year was all about. She was on the search for her brother and healing from the deaths of her parents.

She made all her decisions. Whatever happened would fall on her. Wire could be a huge mistake. But it was her mistake. She had no one who would tell her she was a fool.

Pleasure swirled inside of her.

Or Wire could be the memory she holds close for the rest of her life. He'd be her remember when as she got older. She'd sit back and smile, remembering the excitement of being with an older man and the pleasure he brought her.

He swiped his tongue along her pussy. Goosebumps covered her arms.

Finding her clitoris, he rolled the nub with the tip of his tongue. She fisted the blanket, wanting to touch him, but he was out of reach.

Her legs quivered. She couldn't hold them still. Sensitive to every lap of his tongue, every nibble of his lips, she fell back onto her elbows and then flat on her back. She widened her legs as he slid his hands underneath her ass and brought her up to his mouth.

Held in his hands, she reached down and stroked his head, letting the strands of his hair slide between her fingers.

Suddenly, he raised his head. She reached for him, bringing up her knees and making room for him.

He lowered his head again, and she fisted his hair, bringing him back up. "I want you inside of me."

"Babe."

She rubbed his cheek, feeling her wetness on his face. "Please."

He stood and rummaged in the pocket of his jeans. Aware he put on a condom, she tried to use those seconds to get control of herself, but nothing worked.

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