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I’m no stranger to sex. I’ve always embraced my sexuality with confidence, and I’m damn proud of that. But something about the primal way Joel is staring at me now has me feeling so desired I hardly know what to do with it.
I bring my cum-filled hand to my stomach and rub his seed there, too.
“Damnit, Kylie. I might just have to fuck you now.”
He rolls on top of me, his knees caging my hips. The cock he just emptied moments ago is fully hard again. And seeing it from this angle, it’s not just big. It’s massive.
“This might be a good time to mention I’m on birth control,” I tell him.
“I’m clean,” he says, his words sincere. “I was tested recently, but I haven’t…”
“Haven’t what?”
“I haven’t been active for a while.”
I reach between his legs, wrapping my cum-smeared hand around his shaft. “This poor cock hasn’t seen the inside of a pussy for a while?”
“Nope.”
“Then maybe we should do something about that.”
He lowers his mouth to mine, his kiss savage and anything but the gentle one from last night. He bites down on my bottom lip, and I arch my hips up. I guide him to my entrance and spread my legs wider to invite him in. He presses the tip inside me.
A loud alert, like a warning siren, stops us both.
“Fuck,” he says, looking at me in apology.
“An emergency?” I guess as it sounds again.
“Oh, it’s fucking worse than that.” He sits back on his thighs, letting out a frustrated sigh. “It’s the J-Squad group text.”
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JOEL
“The what?”Kylie asks, eyebrows drawn in confusion as my phone chimes again. The sound is similar to that of an emergency warning siren on a submarine.
“You met a few of the J-Squad members yesterday,” I explain as another obnoxious chime sounds. “Captain Steele—Jasper, Captain Devano—James, and Petty Officer Black—Jonas.”
“All J names,” she says.
“Yes. There’s also Jaxson and Jordan.”
“And Joel.”
Another loud siren sounds.
“Yes.”
“That’s fascinating and all,” she says, repositioning herself until she’s on her knees. Her tits dangle when she presses her hands into the mattress in front of my knees. “But what does that have to do with you fucking me senseless with that Hammer of Thor?” She nods at my cock. The proud fucker stands at full mast, begging for her mouth. The vision of that wavy blonde hair splayed out over my thighs as she sucks me into oblivion replays in my mind.
“Believe me, all I want to do is ignore my phone. But if the group text has been activated, then they’ve spotted my truck in the parking lot.”
“Did you tell them you were coming here?” she asks, eyebrows drawn in confusion.
“No, of course not. They’d have been harassing me long before now if I had. It’s just a small town, and my truck stands out.”
“Because it’s orange.”
