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“Nooo,” she says, “I’m not.” Then Violet goes up on her tiptoes and whispers, “Just a little tipsy. Quinn brought some vodka. Dahlia and Rue didn’t have any.”

It seems there was some kind of outdoor jazz concert here in the gritty little park near the water in the Lower Side.

A lot of the Sabine college students were here and enough well-heeled society so the girls were fine. When we arrived, it was clear they’d sat away and kept in a group, not that that stopped Heath.

I knew he wasn’t going to drink when he got here. His sisters and their wellbeing, not to mention reputations, were on his mind, so they were grabbed and hauled into the limo we’d taken.

Violet and I are walking back.

“Let’s go to our special place,” she says.

Our…? I don’t know what that means, but I’m bemused enough to go with it, and we take off arm in arm along the oceanfront, the neighborhood changing as we walk.

It hits me where we’re going and I just let her lead me, past other couples, until they thin out and we finally reach the boardwalk with the old abandoned boathouse.

She pulls me inside and kisses me.

This is dangerous, thrilling, how she rubs on me, her hands all over, undoing my pants and?—

“Violet.”

“I don’t want to be me for the evening.” She puts her hand on my dick and grabs me, motioning with her head to the darker, sheltered back of the place.

“Princess.”

“Tell me I’m your good girl.”

“Are you?” I ask, trailing a hand down her spine to her ass. She starts to slide down me, and I let her.

She frees me and my back hits the wall as her cool fingers slide over my hot cock. And then she sucks me into her mouth, going down on me as she does so. Damn, has she come a long way in a short time.

My princess chokes herself on me, all on her own, bobbing in shallow bursts that keep me buried against the back of her throat; her swallowing as she does so is almost too much.

I grab her, pulling her off me.

“You’re a good girl, Princess. My good girl. Such technique, such sexy little noises. Fuck.”

Christ…that shiver running through her sets the fever in my blood to boiling.

My control is slipping fast. I lift her and turn, and she hits the wall, and I claw between her thighs, pulling at her panties. Something rips, and the panties are loose in myhands. Fuck it, I’ll buy her more. A whole fucking shop of them just so I can rip them from her.

I start to shake as I devour her mouth; her taste is sweet, addictive like a drug.

I’m lost to it, and I can’t get enough. The scent of her is so strong that I move from her mouth to her throat, and as I do so I thrust into her.

She’s tight, welcoming and so fucking slick, the fever in me boils over. I start to pound into her, not caring where we are, who might see. All I care about is this, being inside her, marking her in every way I can.

I can’t stop.

I don’t want to stop.

She’s in my blood, in me.

This is rough, harsh, fast, and she grips me tight, so tight, all the while sucking me deeper into her, and she comes alive like never before. She’s clawing at me, her nails digging into the back of my neck, her mouth on me as she starts to come.

Hard cock-breaking spasms, the type I have to clench my teeth to stop the howl ofyesthat’s inside me.

And then I feel it, the surge of the knot coming up and filling, my cock growing, going deeper. She screams as she starts to buck and shudder on me as we’re locked in place and my knot swells inside her.

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