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“More,” she wheezes.

I oblige, adding a finger to her soaked warmth and moving my mouth back to that bundle of sensitive nerves. I hum against it and the vibration makes her moan. It’s such a beautiful sound. By the time I’m adding a second finger, while tonguing and sucking, her pussy walls are clamping down.

She’s close.

I speed up my thrusts and graze my teeth over her clit. Her legs trap my head and her grip on my hair tightens, attempting to push me closer. I hum once more and with the triple combination of the vibration, my pumping fingers, and hungry tongue, she bucks and explodes into orgasm.

I savor the taste of her arousal, consuming every last drop.

She relaxes her legs and releases my hair, the roots burning from how hard she gripped the strands. I surface, pulling my fingers out once her cunt stops pulsing. After licking my fingers clean, I crawl up her body. The urge to bury my cock inside her is getting harder and harder to resist.

Not yet.

As if reading my thoughts, her eyes travel down to my dick. She sweeps her tongue over her lips and opens them to say something, perhaps to offer that blow job again, but I cut her off with a kiss.

She groans, clearly tasting herself on my mouth. Her hands roam over my back and down to my ass. She pulls me to her, allowing me to grind my contained erection into her damp, bare pussy.

I’m too close to coming. Realizing I have my swim shorts on and not wanting to soil them anymore than I have, I lean back and sit on my heels. I pull my dick out of the bottoms and start stroking. Lana’s eyes widen, either in shock at my size or because I’m jerking off right in front of her.

The lust in her eyes, the fire that sparks to life, fuels my movement. While holding Lana’s heated stare, I fist my cock harder, faster until I'm spurting webs of cum all over her stomach a minute later.

I shake out the last drop and tuck myself in my shorts. I crawl back up Lana’s body, making sure to avoid my release, and hover my mouth over hers.

“Next time, I won’t be strong enough.” I give her a quick, light kiss. “Next time I come, it will be inside you.”

She whimpers, and I quiet her with a soul-catching kiss. A deep and passionate kiss as our tongues battle for dominance. We make-out for minutes, only breaking apart when both of our phones start chirping with text messages from our friends. When I pull away, I grin with satisfaction and hop off the bed to grab a wad of paper towels. I clean her stomach and my heart flutters with how intimate it is. How trusting she is to allow me to take care of her.

I needed this. Whatever this is. There’s no way I’m giving this up once filming is over.

Chapter 12 - Lana

What the hell am I doing?

Mylan has rocked my world with only his fingers and mouth twice now. That’s never happened to me. No man has ever been able to make me orgasm like that.

In the SUV to the lake, which is a thirty-minute drive, I don’t talk, letting our friends fill the silence with excited conversation. I’m too deep in thought about this . . . relationship forming between me and a man fifteen years younger than me.

No. Not a relationship. A fling. A hot summer fling.

Mylan’s not saying much either. Is he thinking the same thing? He’s on my left, holding my hand between our bodies, out of Ginger’s view, who is sitting on my right. Not that it matters. I’ve told her everything, and she sees everything. My phone vibrated with a text the moment I got in the car.

Ginger: Is that a hickey on your neck?

I send a hand emoji and she responds with an eye-roll emoji.

Ginger: You can plead the 5th all you want but I see the evidence!

I ended the text chain with a smirking face emoji.

Mylan’s thumb sweeps over mine and those traitorous butterflies in my stomach flutter to life, tugging on the string controlling my equally traitorous cunt.

Bruno peeks back at us from the front passenger seat several times, noticing our embrace—the bite mark—but doesn’t say a word about either. Mylan gave Bruno today off, wanting him to join us at the lake as a friend, not an employee. Same for Eloise, who’s sitting in the very back with two other bodyguards Mylan hired to escort us any time we venture out in public. I told him we wouldn’t need the extra security since the place we’re going to today is secluded, only known to locals, and hidden to tourists. However, there’s always the chance one of the locals shows up or a tourist happens to stumble upon the secret spot. And with Bruno off-duty today, I suppose bringing the extra protection was smart.

Once we arrive at Bluffs Lake, I direct the driver to follow the twisting road through the towering deciduous and pine trees. The branches with its dark green leaves sway in a gentle breeze. It’ll be a welcome relief to the hot and humid day and the bright sun with few clouds to hide behind today.

We pass campsites, half of which are full of tourists with campers or tents. They fire up grills, cooking burgers, hot dogs, and steaks. Their coolers are stocked with sodas, beers, wines, and hard liquor. Music blasts and people dance wearing nothing more than swim trunks or slinky bikinis, leaving little to the imagination.

The lake, the cliffs, the hiking trails, and the mountain we climbed the other day are far enough away from Silo Springs, and tourists rarely venture into our small town. It’s closer to find hotels in Beverly Springs, a five-minute drive from the campgrounds. Though, June and July tend to be busier months and Silo gets the overflow when all the campsites are full and every last room at hotels in Beverly are booked.

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