Page 73 of Corrupt Idol

She stroked his cheek. “I know. I’m so sorry.”

He turned his face into her hand and pressed his lips to her palm. He bowed his head as pulled her hand from his cheek and positioned it palm up. He traced the grooves on her hand, which made her fingers twitch. She had never realized how sensitive her palm was.

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

He followed a line that made a wide arc around her thumb. “Life’s so short. I wish I knew how much time we had left so I knew how to live.”

“What do you mean?”

His looked at her, revealing bloodshot blue orbs swirling with emotions too complex to define. Her eyes flooded with tears as she stared at him. He was in agony and she couldn’t stand it.

“You’re gonna be okay,” she said hoarsely as the rain began to come down more heavily, hitting the roof of the car with significant force.

“Am I?” he asked as a tear slid down his cheek.

“You’re the strongest man I know.”

His damp eyes lit with an unholy light.

“I need you.”

His voice was rough, almost angry.

“I’m right here,” she said unsteadily, unsure what he was asking for.

“I need you.” His voice vibrated with meaning.

She felt a thunderbolt of panic. “I can’t.”

“Please.”

He carried her hand to his crotch, which was tented. He forced her fingers to close around his cock.

“You can make it all go away. Help me.”

Her mouth went dry. “Jesse.”

A trembling hand cupped her cheek. “I need you so much I can’t breathe,” he said through clenched teeth.

She looked at the windshield, which had turned into a mini waterfall from the heavy downpour and then back at Jesse. Sweat dotted his forehead and chest. He was breathing heavily, as if he was wounded and couldn’t breathe past the pain. She knew exactly how he felt. When her fingers moved to his zipper, he closed his eyes and moved his hands away so she could do what she needed to. She didn’t let herself think. She leaned over the console as she pulled him out of his slacks. Her tongue swirled around his tip before she closed her mouth over him. His groan was loud enough to be heard over the rain and the distant crack of thunder. His hands landed in her hair and tugged restlessly as she worked him.

When he cursed, she lifted her head. “Jesse?”

His thumb moved over her wet lips. “I need more.”

“What?”

He had the same lust crazed expression he’d worn after she picked him up from the airport.

“I need your pussy. I need your arms around me, your legs squeezing me so tight I can’t breathe. I need it all,” he said as he gripped his dick and squeezed.

“Jesse—”

He pressed his lips against hers. “Don’t fight me,” he pleaded as he kissed the corner of her mouth and then her cheek, ear, and chin. “Please, give me this. I’m not going to survive this if—”

“Shh,” she soothed and pushed against his chest. “Let me go in the back.”

For a moment, he froze and then he whispered, “Thank you.”

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