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He grunted and lifted his left hand to cup my jaw and pull me to him, slamming his mouth on mine. I kissed him deep, passionately, and he used his tongue the way he had before.

I needed to feel his mouth between my thighs. I just knew he could make me come in seconds.

His body tensed as my riding him slowed, and when he broke the kiss, we both looked down to watch strings of cum shoot out of his cock and onto his stomach. He had pulled up his shirt, but his cum still stained it. It didn’t bother him, though.

“Fuuuck,” he breathed, his voice low and shaky.

I smiled, and when our eyes met, he said, “Clean it up.”

He wasn’t asking.

He demanded it.

And, hell, who was I to say no to this man?

He could tell me to do anything, and I would without a fight.

Chapter 10

CASPIAN

It took all the strength I had in me not to strip her and take her to the backseat and fuck her senseless.

If I did that, I’d be a sick son of a bitch.

Fuck, I already was one for making her dry hump me.

But I’d also be a fucking liar if I said I didn’t enjoy this. She was into it too, and as long as this was consensual, I gave no fucks about morals.

Other people did worse.

Abused.

Killed.

And I did none of those things. Never had, never would.

So, fuck it.

I wanted her; she wanted me.

She was on her knees between my legs in the tiny space before me, with her back to the passenger side dash after I told her to clean up my cum. She didn’t hesitate and moved down to do exactly what I asked of her.

No pushing back.

No arguing.

She was being a damn good girl.

I adjusted in my seat, widening my legs and pushing the fabric of my shorts further down. My dick was still hard, and it kept throbbing just from having her eyes on it. She rested her hands on my thighs as she looked up through her dark lashes. The tip of her tongue brushed along her bottom lip, and the tiniest grin tugged at the corners of her mouth when she dropped her gaze again.

I reached out my hands to run my fingers through her hair, pulling it back to hold it together at the back of her head with my right hand. “I don’t want that mouth around my cock. We’ll do that when we get home,” I promised her. “Clean up my cum.”

She gave a small nod, then she lowered her head, with her tongue sticking out, as she licked across my abdomen. I sucked in a breath and covered my cock with my left hand, pulling it aside so she had better access to my stomach.

I watched as she licked every drop off my skin, with her hands holding on tight to my thighs and her body moving sensually between my legs, just like her tongue.

“That’s it, baby. Clean it all up. You like that, don’t you?” I tightened my grip on her hair and pulled her back to make her look at me. “So fucking naughty. How long have you been wanting me to fuck you, hm? Was that your plan all along?”

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