Page 63 of Total Shutdown

Standing right in front of me, he slowly drops to his knees, hands finding the inside of my thighs, spreading me wide.

“Rest your foot on here.” He taps the door sill with his hand. “I need you open for me, Baby Girl.”

“But I haven’t even?—”

A loud rip echoes in the lot, bouncing off the concrete pillar walls separating the spaces.

“You just ripped my leggings?!” I exclaim. “That’s …”

On his knees in front of me, Sawyer waits for me to finish my sentence.

But I don’t speak, and when he tears the seam even wider, material hanging loosely around my thighs, I don’t feel any of the cold, only the heat from my desperate pussy.

“You’re already so wet, coating my knuckles, Collins.” He brings the back of one hand to his mouth and licks me off him. “And so fucking sweet.”

When he edges closer to me, I lean back on my elbows, thankful I’m petite enough to fit across the bucket seat.

The sound of him licking me from his hand drives me forward. I want his mouth on me.

“Tear my thong too,” I command. “Tear it clean off my cunt and eat me.”

Both hands grip my flimsy black thong, his eyes on me and lips shining from my release.

“It’s been way too long since I saw this pretty pussy.”

In one slow ripping motion, Sawyer pulls it apart, his tattooed forearms straining deliciously.

I’m totally exposed as I run my feet wider and sit up a little more.

“Eat,” I command, taking some of the power back.

Sawyer buries his face between my thighs, swiping his tongue through my pussy, from my asshole to my clit, circling it twice. Then he sucks it into his mouth, and I clamp my knees around his head, taking my weight onto one elbow and thrusting my hand through his tousled hair.

“Yes,” I pant. “Right—fucking—there.”

He sucks me harder and faster, and I grow wetter, feeling my release flow into his mouth. I’m not coming yet, but I’m close. The strokes of his tongue are determined and perfectly placed.

I push his head into me further, wanting more, and with a whimper, he gives it to me, entering me with his tongue.

“Fuck me. Fuck me with your tongue,” I shout.

He pulls back, and I open my thighs.

“Get on my hood.”

“W-what?”

“You heard me,” he groans against my pussy. “Get on my hood.”

“But I’m so cl?—”

He cuts me off when his hands circle my thighs, lifting me off the seat and carrying me to the hood of his car before setting me down. “I can fuck you better with my cock.”

“But—”

“Don’t argue with me, Collins.” He unzips his pants and pulls his belt open. Sinking his fingertips into the tops of my legs, he pulls me to him. His face softens as he pushes his boxers down, and his angry, hard cock springs free. “I’m showing you what it’s like to be my girl and exactly how you would be treated.” He notches himself at my entrance, wrapping my legs around his waist. His tip pushes in, and he stops, eyes on mine.

“I’m still on birth control, so do it. Give me everything,” I bite.

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