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Her pretty pink tongue comes out to run along the vein under my shaft. I suck in a breath, enjoying this last bit of heaven while I can.

She’s tasting me. All of me. Giving particular attention to the head. Her lips widen, and I’m enveloped in the wet heat of her mouth.

I exhale slowly as pleasure takes over my body. Brianna... Her head bobs as her tongue strokes my length. Her breasts brush against my jeans. I wonder how the hard nubs are reacting to the coarse material.

I cup her head. “Deeper.” Even I’m surprised at the coarseness of my voice.

Her gaze shoots up to me, her mouth still full.

“Is your pussy wet?”

She closes her eyelids then opens them to look at me. Clever girl, she managed to get her message across without putting her teeth to my skin.

“Show me how far you want me in your wet pussy.” I add just a bit of pressure to the back of her head.

She doesn’t need me to lead. Pressing forward, she takes more of my cock, pausing for a few shallow breaths.

For a girl who didn’t know how to give head, she’s come a long way in a short time.

As much as I’d like to shoot off down her throat, I’m going to reward her while I can still hold a thought in my head.

Pulling her back by her hair, I get a curious glance as she sucks in her cheeks. “That’s my girl.” The head pops out, and my body screams at the loss.

“Get up.”

She comes off the floor to kiss me. I palm her ass, taking her weight, as if I’m picking up an empty vessel. The corner. I need to keep as far from the dining area as possible.

Maneuvering there, with my jeans at my hips and a woman trying to mount me, sobers me enough to take over. I dig my fingertips into the plump muscles at her ass. She pushes herself up my body, flattening those breasts against my chest.

She’s taken her weight on her legs, leaving me free to explore, to ride the swollen, wet lips. Her body jerks.

Downstairs, the door shuts, and she pulls away from the kiss.

“Every time the door closes, I want you to touch yourself.” Her eyes widen as she focuses on me. “I want to imagine you running your fingers over your clit.” I demonstrate, and her eyes close in pleasure. “I want you keeping yourself wet for me.”

She drags her eyes open.

I set her against the wall and adjust her hips. “So, when I steal away, I can come do this.” I take her mouth as I plunge into her pussy.

She manages to cut off the sound coming up her throat. But her leg muscles tighten, and her nails dig into my shoulders. It’s enough to send a message straight to the pleasure center of my brain.

Damn, but I’m going to make the most of the next thirty hours.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Kristoff

Hammering echoes throughout the building as we put the crate together for Brianna. We already have the base and three sides done; we should be closing in the fourth side in a bit.

We still have a few hours to finish this and get the money I’ll need to take with me.

We hadn’t looked at keeping a vehicle. I’m rethinking the decision now. Today, Brianna needs to move quickly; tomorrow it could be one of us.

“Do you think this is enough room for her?” Harlan asks, leaning in to eye the dimensions again.

I gauge the space, imagining her in different poses. I still think this will do with the size of Brianna’s body.

“We’ll have to make it work,” I say, trying to be positive. So far, this is the only way we can come up with to help her.

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