Page 112 of Ruined Vows

Fuck. She was made for me. I squeeze her tight ass as I pull her deeper against my face and really start to feast.

“Oh, Isaak,” she whimpers, one hand dropping to fist in my hair. The other wraps in the seatbelt above her head. Her hips rise rhythmically against my face right as I give in and focus on suckling her clit.

“Isaak,” comes an even higher-pitched whimper, hips jerking against my face almost involuntarily this time. Her entire ass shudders in pleasure.

That’s right, honey, give it to me.Give it all to me.

I continue flicking her clit mercilessly with my tongue while keeping up suction.

“Isaak,” she cries with even more need, fingernails scraping my scalp, pulling me against her while her hips thrust.

God, I fucking love it when she loses control. I grip her tighter, mashing her pussy closer to my face. My nose is full of her scent as I breathe in before diving in deeper and suckling her clit, then grazing it lightly with my teeth.

“ISAAK!” she screams. She thrusts rigidly against me once, twice, three times, and then falls back limp against the back seat.

I pull back, chuckling with satisfaction and wiping my face with my forearm.

“Goddamn, Red.” My voice is deep and ringing with pleasure. “I haven’t eaten that good in weeks.”

She’s still breathing hard and looking at me with blown out pupils. She tries to say something but it comes out more like, “Hulhh?”

“Orgasm got your tongue?”

She limply lifts an arm like she’s gonna smack me on the shoulder, but she barely gets it off the bench seat before she drops it back to her stomach. It has me laughing all the more as I stuff my hard cock back down in my trousers.Whoa, buddy. Not right now. Maybe later.

“Why don’t I take a turn driving for a while?”

“You barely fit behind the wheel.”

I chuckle deep in my chest, feeling happier than I have a right to, considering everything that’s happened today. I lean over even further to land a kiss on Kira’s lips, looking deep into her sleepy eyes.

“Rest up, Red. ’Cause whenever we finally stop for a hotel, I’d love to keep you up the rest of the night. Only if you’re up for it, of course.”

Her eyes pop back wide, suddenly eager again. “Oh, I’m up for it.”

“Then close your eyes.” She closes them obediently, and I kiss each eyelid. “And sleep for a while.”

I buckle the middle buckle around her waist and help her settle in the backseat. She’s got a blanket she keeps back there, so I tuck it in all around her and roll up an old college sweater for a pillow. Then I hop out and run around to the driver’s seat.

She’s not wrong. My six-foot-six frame does barely fit in the damn car, but I crank the seat back as far as it can go, only a little squished.

Then we’re on the road again.

And I sort of feel like a pirate who’s stolen off with the princess.

FORTY-THREE

KIRA

We don’t stopfor a hotel until we get to Denver.

When I woke up at sunrise and we were at a gas station, Isaak looked beat. There were dark hollows under his eyes, and I remembered that he hadn’t been sleeping well for weeks.

I should have said we’d stop for a hotel right there, butright therehappened to be the ass-end-of-nowhere, New Mexico, that had nothing much else besides the gas station. So, I asked if Isaak minded trying to sleep in the passenger seat while I drove.

Shockingly, Isaak was out and snoring literally less than a minute after I put on a podcast and he reclined the seat back again.

So I drove north and learned all about the deep psychological goings-on of my favorite reality TV dating contestants from my favorite therapist podcaster. Nobody feeds my soul better than Dr. Kirk Honda. Isaak snored peacefully beside me.

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