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“Why—why—why me?” Tess asks, her fingers all tangled in my hair.

“What?” I ask without lifting my head.

It takes her a minute to speak again. “I’m just—I only just showed up at camp. I’m just a fuck-up who—who doesn’t know what she’s doing. And…oh, yes. Right there.” I flick that bead with my fingers and she spasms. “I’m getting half-naked for money. I steal nail polish. Why are you into me?”

“Because it’s you,” I say.

And I dive face-first into her cunt again.

Chapter 5

Tess

I’m being eaten out by some feral forest mountain man in the front seat of his ten thousand-year-old pickup.

And he’s really good at it.

Whatever clumsiness he gets from inexperience, he makes up with raw enthusiasm. This isn’t some dainty poking-around, or some boastful ‘I know what you need, baby,’ like some testosterone-fueled desperate teenager.

Rutger bites gently on my clit and pleasure bolts up my spine. I arch my back, almost like I’m trying to get away, except I don’t want to get away, and he knows it. He wraps his arms around my thighs to hold them tighter to his head. He presses his hands against my hips to hold them down.

I can thrash and moan and cry out as much as I want to, but I’m not going anywhere.

“There, yes,” I say when he licks my clit again. “That spot!Right there!”

“This?” he asks, muffled by my cunt.

He licks it again and I hump his face.

“Yesss,” I groan. “Lick my clit, Daddy. Oh Jesus,fuuuuck.”

“You like that?” he asks me.

“Like. Yes.” I huff as I jack my hips onto his mouth. “Like.Like, uh.”

More nonsense but he seems to decode my blabber in miraculous ways.

He tries out sucking and my mind goes totally blank. All I manage to do is make a weird whining sound. “Yeah, good girl. Tell me you like it. Let it all out.”

He sucks and sucks, and hot bolts of pleasure shoot from my hole to the tips of my hair.

“God, Daddy!Holy Reindeer--” My eyes roll back and I shake and mumble like I’m speaking in tongues.

I can’t give him words, so I babble more nonsense as I slap my thighs against his face, dig all ten fingers into his hair, trapped in his arms.

His tongue finds its way inside of me. I’m pretty sure it’s bigger than most regular dicks but it’s smooth and wet and warm and gah…

“Fuck!” My hand slaps the dashboard. My heels slam his back.

“What’s that?” he asks, lifting his head.

For a moment, I glimpse his wild, handsome face, and his beard is drenched with my juice.

“That’s—that’s my—” I cut myself off.

“Say it,” he says.

“My pussy,” I whisper.

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