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Batting his hand away, Kara flushes, stepping a few feet to the left to get herself straightened up, looking for her lost shoe. She doesn’t know how to respond. It was thrilling, being so on the edge, yet knowing there were interlopers only a few feet away, so close to seeing her being defiled against a tree. That even if they had seen, she wouldn’t have been able to stop from cumming on him.

She would have cum in front of the audience, regardless, lost to the feeling of him filling her.

Nick grins with a certain bit of male satisfaction when Kara wobbles back to his side, following him to the path out of the trees. He says idly, “I’m hungry. Want to eat? Some place has to be open still.”

In public? Food? Touching her hair absently, because who knows what sort of leaves could be there, Kara asks, “Do I look okay? I mean, I would, but…”

He touches a lock of her hair with a grin, meeting her gaze. “Presentable, I’d say. A little well fucked, but-”

She punches his shoulder, hissing. “I never said anything about it being any good!”

“You don’t have to, I already know,” he laughs, teeth flashing. He playfully twirls her. “You’d never be able to fake with me, that’s how well I know your cunt.”

“You’re a gross, loathsome pig, you know that?”

Nick smirks, an arm going around her waist as they continue on. The act makes her heart warm, the strange act of normalcy.

She’s positively gleeful when they stop into a really grimy place, packed to the brim with late night party goers looking for something to fill their craving for greasy food. She wonders if any of the people there were nearly witness to their coupling.

They order at the counter and wait for their food. Kara grabs a small table by the window, mentally wincing at the wetness beginning to drip into her underwear. Nick brings the food over and sits with her, sipping from his soda.

Popping a greasy French fry into her mouth, Kara gives him a teasing glance that has him giving her a second look, as if surprised. “You know, old man, you’re not half bad.”

Nick rolls his eyes with a fond flair. “I’m thirty-eight, not a corpse.”

He’s a decade older. Kara blinks the thought away. “There’s a difference?”

“Hold your forked tongue, you nasty little hoyden.” He says it without heat, a glimmer of humor in his clear blue eyes, laugh lines deepening. His foot nudges hers playfully under the table and Kara scoffs.

For the first time, Kara feels like she’s out with him, like a normal couple. This is the realest he’s ever been. She beams.

Chapter 23

The next time he reaches out to her, there’s a hint of excitement in him.

Like he’s barely able to contain himself.

So, I have this idea. Can I call you?

It goes from there, like last time, a plan put in motion, danger with guard rails. Thrilling. Arousing.

A vicious addiction that shouldn’t be.

It helps to keep her away from spending her nights alone with a bottle in hand. Feeding a different sort of dangerous addiction.

At night, he picks her up on the side of the road, she knows his fancy red car fromanywhere. Kara pretends to be a hitchhiker in the dark, which is sort of plausible if one has no money to pay for transit. His passenger window rolls down and she leans forward, resting her arms on it. Her neckline is loose, per his request, and she makes sure to push her cleavage forward, watches as his eyes drift downward before lifting to her face once more.

Pretty blue eyes, so ominous in the shadows of the car.

“Do you need a ride, miss?” He says it like he’s a father figure, like he’s genuinely worried about a young woman walking outside alone at night. The hungry look in his eyes says the complete opposite. Like he wants to strip her bare. Like he wants to bend her over the hood of his nice car and show her how man feels between her thighs.

Like he wants to eat her pussy from behind.

“Oh, I don’t know,” she says a little breathlessly, heart already pounding at the very sight of him and his stone-carved features. “My apartment isn’t too far; I just got a little lost. I’m new to the city, this is so embarrassing. I’ll be fine on my own. Thanks though.”

She makes as if to walk away, pushing her tits together subtly to incite a reaction as she backs away. His eyes light on her lustfully, though a hint of irritation crosses his features, making Kara feel smug inside. “You shouldn’t walk out here by yourself. I have a sister your age,” he plays. “I’d never let her walk alone in the dark. You never know what sort of freaks are out here at night.”

Ha. Ironic.

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