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The world outside blurs into nothing as Izel's warm, wet mouth slides over my cock. She traces a thick vein with her tongue, dragging it along the length of my cock, so painfully slow I could swear she’s doing it just to torture me.

She takes her time, teasing the sensitive underside, before her hand slips down to cup my balls, rolling them gently in her palm and then I feel her stretch a single finger out, scraping her nail lightly over the sensitive skin behind them, and I can't help the groan that rips out of me.

Her confidence grows, and her fingers circle the base of my cock, pressing down with just the right amount of force. Myfocus fractures, slipping from the road as she squeezes. The car jerks to the side, just for a second, enough to send my pulse skyrocketing.

Izel’s movements are no longer her own; I’ve taken command. Her eyes flick up to meet mine, and through the tears that gather from her gagging on my cock. It’s a sight that drives me to go even deeper, to take her to the very edge of pleasure and pain.

She gags and moans, the sound vibrating through me, and it’s all I can do to keep the car on the road. Drool gathers on my cock, and her flushed, desperate gaze fuels my need to dominate her. She’s a vision of raw desire, a willing captive to my insatiable hunger.

“Fuck, baby,” I growl, “you’re taking me so damn well.”

Her response is a throaty moan, and she eagerly meets my every thrust. Her hands grasp at my thighs, and it only adds to the erotic intensity of the moment.

The road stretches on endlessly and my grip on her hair tightens. I can’t get enough of her. As I pull her up for a moment, a string of drool hangs from my cock, connecting us for a split second. It glistens in the dim car, like a perverse work of art, before gravity takes hold, and it splatters down onto her tits and cleavage.

Her eyes are teary, and the makeup she had carefully applied is now smudged and ruined. But I’m not done yet. I reach down, scooping up some of that drool from her cleavage with my fingers and smear it all over her flushed cheeks. Her makeup is now a mess, and she’s a sight to behold, a vision of absolute debauchery.

I grab a fistful of her hair, pulling her head down even harder onto my cock. She moans and gags, and it only drives me wild. I’m in control, and I intend to take what I want.

“Such a fucking dirty girl, aren’t you?” I growl. “Letting me ruin that pretty face of yours.”

A soft, muffled sound escapes her, somewhere between a moan and a growl, as she steadies herself and digs her nails into my thighs. Her hands slide up my legs, fingertips pressing hard enough to leave marks as she sets a relentless rhythm, as if daring me to hold back.

“I bet your slutty little mouth waters for my cum, doesn’t it?” I taunt, my grip on her hair tightening. “I’m going to face-fuck you like the dirty whore you are until I paint your tongue with my seed.”

Her moans become more urgent, and I can tell she’s on the edge, just like me.

The climax is almost unbearable, and as I reach the point of no return, Izel’s mouth becomes my salvation. I come undone, and every bit of me surges into her mouth. She doesn’t hesitate for a moment; she swallows every drop.

But I’m not done. I pull the car over to the side of the road, urgency and lust driving me to new heights. I reach down, no longer able to wait, I grab her by the neck, using the force to make her open her mouth. I spit into it before claiming her lips in a fierce kiss. I hold her like she’s fragile, but kiss her like I’m unafraid to shatter her, because in breaking, she’d belong to me even more.

I yank down the straps of her dress, exposing her creamy skin. I seize one of her tits, twisting and pulling her nipple with a rough, demanding grip. She moans and arches her back. Her skin reddens under my touch as I slap her tit hard, the sound of the impact filling the car.

I’m about to take things further, but then my phone rings. The jarring sound cuts through the thick haze of passion, and Izel mumbles for me to ignore it between our feverish kisses. But I know better, every call in my line of work is important, and there’s no escaping it.

“Reynolds.”

“Luna is missing,” Noah’s voice is tense, strained, and filled with concern. “We can’t reach her, Rick.”

“I’ll be at the bureau.”

“Is everything okay?” Izel asks softly.

“Luna’s missing,” I admit. “I had an argument with her earlier. I was going to apologize, but now... I don’t know.”

Izel listens and it’s clear that she understands the complexity of the situation. I’m grateful for her support, but the thought of leaving her alone at my place keeps nagging at me.

“Will you be okay by yourself?”

Izel offers a reassuring smile. “I’ll be fine. Go do what you need to do. Luna needs you.”

I nod in appreciation. I drop her off at my place, and as she steps out of the car, I give her a lingering kiss.

Chapter 20

IZEL

I’m in the living room, still basking in the afterglow of what Richard just said. He called me his girlfriend. It might sound stupid, even cringe-worthy to some, but no one had ever addressed me as his girlfriend before. At first, I was so shocked that I couldn’t even properly thank the owner at the restaurant. But as the night went on, I adjusted to the title, and I couldn’t be happier.

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