Page 113 of Fire Fight

And what’s even better is her wanting to do this. Our combined inexperience just adds to the pleasure.

I love the shy tilt of her head as she gazes up at me and the way each moan feeds her confidence.

The touch of her hands as she takes a firmer hold rolls my eyes back into my head. I brace myself against the wall as she swallows me deeper, bumping the back of her throat.

Her eyes lock with mine as her head bobs, the sloppy noise of her mouth intensifying the sensation until I groan. “Fuck, Cadence.”

Fuck.

I try to expand on it, explain the experience, feed it back to her until she gets as much out of it as me.

But the motor controls of my brain misfire, leaving my jaw loose, mouth lolling open as my head tilts back, staring at the ceiling and wondering where the hole is that let this angel down from heaven.

My free hand finds her head, stroking her hair, petting her like a kitten while her tongue wraps around me, the sloppy sounds of her mouth on me better than anything my limited imagination could produce.

She gags, eyes watering as she sits back, chest heaving as she sucks in gulps of air.

I position her hand on me, circling the base, guiding and encouraging her movements until she learns the motion.

My fingers plunge into her hair, twisting and tugging gently, just enough for her to feel the pull on her scalp.

When her mouth closes around me again, she’s more cautious, letting her fingers serve as a guide. The tension between the way her hand moves, and the incredible feel of her mouth soon catapult me close to the edge.

I open my mouth to warn her and it’s too late as I spray cum over the back of her throat, coating her tongue, pumping my hips while her eyes lock on mine, wider than I’ve ever seen before, the colours vibrant, sparkling from her earlier tears.

My hand cups her cheek as she withdraws and I bend my head, taking her mouth, the taste of me still on her tongue as I kiss her.

She’s air and I’m a drowning man.

“Now, we’re even,” she says, sticking her nose in the air while standing, like her cheeks didn’t just bulge with my cock.

“How?” I’m honestly baffled because nothing’s ever felt this good.

“It’s payback for the movie theatre bathroom.”

Thinking I made her feel this good twists my head into knots.

I like it.

I like the ideaa lot.

Her toe pokes at the garments strewn across the floor and I lean forward to sweep them into my hands. “Unless there’s something here you hate, I don’t think any of it should go back.”

“No, that’s too much.”

“When you’re charging to my dad’s account, I’m the one who says what’s too much and what isn’t, okay?”

The sales assistant clears her throat.

Loudly.

Directly outside the divider curtain.

Poor Cadence freezes like a startled bunny, and I press a soft kiss to her forehead, tousling her hair, remembering how she’d wanted to kill me the first time I did that.

Now, it looks more like she’s melting.

“It’s okay, sis,” I say in a loud voice, earning a hard punch on the shoulder.

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