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She takes the tip into her mouth and swirls her tongue around it, then takes my cock deeper in her mouth, giving it a few sucks with barely there teeth, then lets go and looks up at me, holding my cock. “It tastes good,” she says in a raw voice, her gaze back on my cock. She runs her thumb on the tip, smearing a pearl of cum. A string stays attached to her thumb as she brings it to her carmine lips to lick it dry. “And it’s just so soft, I could suck on it all day.”

I groan. God, she’s so fucking perfect. And she was there all along.My friend.

With a deep, contented breath, she brings her mouth back to my purple cock and sucks me dry. She doesn’t let me pull her off when I warn her I can’t hold it anymore, and I come in long spurts, the orgasm she gives me so powerful that my knees buckle.

I collapse to the floor with her in a tangle of limbs and cover us with the thick towel as we catch our breaths. She arranges herself so her back is to my front and we both watch the dancing flames. “Sweets?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I just say, I love a lot of things about you. And fucking you is way up there.” My dick twitches and she wiggles her ass against me.

“You’re making me horny again,” she says.

I drop a kiss in the curve on her neck. “For real?”

“Yup. Let’s keep it for later,” she says, right as my hand falls on her breast, the nipple hardening.

“Or I could just take care of it.”

I feel her smile under my lips. “Or you could just take care of it.”

thirty-five

Kiara

Anhourlaterthehot tub has been covered, the floor swept, and we’re back in our robes, having a dinner of canned soup, crackers, and cheese on the couch in front of the fire. I ask Colton a question about the race, and let his voice simply turn me on.

If I’d known sex was so great, I’d have had it sooner.

But something’s telling me sex was great because it was with Colton. He was only giving, not trying to get anything from me. His generosity with me almost brought tears to my eyes.

And the way I had to beg him to let me take care of him? Looking at the fire, I’m brought back to me on my knees, taking him in my mouth, and how until then I’d thought it must be weird at best, but it wasn’t.

It was phenomenal.

He was reluctant at first, because he wanted everything to be about me today. I know that’s why. But pleasuring him might be way up there on my list of favorite things to do. There’s something about the way he fell apart for me that was…

He reaches his hand up my back and into my hair. “Where’d your mind go, sweets?” he says when I don’t chime into whatever he’s saying.

“Just wondering how you got into racing,” I say. It is, partially, the truth. I’ve been meaning to ask him—but not right now.

“That’s not where your mind was,” he says, tugging at my hair.

Busted. “Just thinking how I can totally relate to the sex slave thing now.” I slurp my soup, waiting for his reaction. I’m half hoping he’ll throw me on the floor and have his way, but my vajayjay reminds me we should take a break.

His hand leaves my hair but his mouth twitches at my words. “I got into racing like others get into drugs or petty theft. For the thrill. Basically, because of stuff going on at home at the time.”

I almost challenge him on avoiding the sex slave discussion, but my throat tightens. I set my bowl on the floor and sit cross-legged, facing him.

“Your dad?”

He nods. “I wasn’t too good at handling… whatever was wrong with him. I had so much anger. I needed the escape. And a community where there was little crossover with Emerald Creek.”

“Hard to believe no one in Emerald Creek went to those races.”

He plays with a strand of my hair that keeps falling in my eyes. Funny how I don’t even care how I look right now. “Those who did… just kept it to themselves. It never got to my dad’s ears.”

I frown, wondering how that’s even possible. “How old were you when you started?”

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