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She’s close, and that’s the cue for my teeth to make contact with her pulsing clit. It’s a soft, barely there graze, but it’s enough to set her off.

Zara writhes under my mouth, as I keep licking and sucking on her clit until she pushes me away.

“Too much?” I chuckle, kissing the soft skin of her inner thigh.

Pride swells in my chest when I see Zara’s dazed expression. I put that look there.

I cuddle her in my arms for a while. The silence between us is comfortable.

Eventually, I scoot back to the driver's seat. If I have to take her home, I need to calm down a little. I’m so hard that I doubt I can get enough blood flow to my brain to concentrate on driving safely.

“Can I have my panties back?” she asks.

“You can, but it’ll cost you.” I chuckle.

“Name your price. Orgasms make me feel generous.” Zara smiles.

“I’ll take a kiss. Turns out I’m addicted to your lips.”

Zara surprises me by sliding onto my lap, rather than just leaning toward me. She nestles on my left thigh, her back against the driver’s door. I slide the driver’s seat as far back as it’ll go to give her more space.

“I think it’s safe to say that I’m addicted to your mouth, too.”

I was planning on one kiss, but keeping our hands off each other is proving impossible.

“God,” I groan. “Do your tits have to feel so perfect in my hands?”

She glides kisses down my neck. “I’m glad you like them, because your touch feels so fucking good.”

Her hands explore my chest and abs, inching down with every touch. “Hmm,” Zara, fingers dip in the waistband of my jeans and boxer briefs, closing over the base of my erection. “You took such good care of me, Lev. I want to take care of you now.”

I close my eyes as my cock throbs eagerly in her hand. “You don’t have to, if you don’t want to, Zee.”

She strokes me slowly, the pressure of her finger just perfect. “I really want to.”

I’ve gotten my fair share of hand jobs in my life, and usually it takes a while for someone to learn how to do it in a way that feels really good. Most girls go too fast, or squeeze so tight that it’s painful. Some are so gentle and slow that it would take forever to get off without giving detailed directions.

Zara’s touch is perfect, and I find myself seconds away from coming faster than ever. “If you keep touching me like that,” I warn her. “I’m gonna come.”

Her lips touch mine in the softest of pecks. “That’s the idea. But I don’t want to make a mess.”

I half-expect her to stop, but she leaves my lap, sliding down between my legs, the same way I did earlier with her.

She makes quick work of lowering my jeans and boxer briefs down my hips and then takes me in her mouth.

“Fuck.” I groan at the warm and wet sensation of her lips closed over the head of my cock.

One of her hands keeps stroking the base of my shaft, while the other cradles my balls, massaging them gently.

Even if I wanted to make this last, it would be impossible when she sucks at me, tickling my opening with the tip of her tongue.

I let out a string of incoherent noises as I blow my load into Zara’s hot mouth.

She keeps sucking slowly until my cock stops throbbing.

“Jesus.” I pull her up, and she sits on my lap again. “That was?—”

“If it was half as good as you made me feel, I’m happy.” She smiles.

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