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Well, good. However unskilled or awkward I might be, he’ll barely have time to notice before it was all over. I sank to my knees, to initiate the sex act that Sandee would definitely open with, gripping his stiff rod. His cock was so hard, the skin velvety smooth and hot, supple in my hands, practically vibrating with readiness.

He grabbed my shoulders. “Wait,” he gasped out.

“Hmm? What’s wrong?”

He grabbed a towel from the shelf. “Take this. For your knees.”

Aw, how gallant. There he went again, pretended to be a good guy.

I wedged the towel beneath my knees. Here it was, the biggest acting challenge of my fledgling career: pretending to be a practiced fellatio artist. I could only hope once I got underway, he’d be too overstimulated to notice any clumsiness.

I started by licking his cockhead, savoring the smooth texture, the slick pre-come leaking up. Lapping it up. Warm, eager swipes. Then his shaft, getting it wet and slick for my hands to slide, up and down. So far, so good.

But I’m so turned on, I can hardly breathe.

CHAPTER9

Jed

I’m hanging on by a fucking thread.

So good. Teasing, kittenish strokes of her tongue along my aching cock. Sweet torture. I never want it to end. It should’ve never even begun, goddamnit.

So stupid, to bring the blonde bombshell to my safehouse, but what the fuck else could I do with her? I couldn’t leave her to be eaten alive by Boer and his goons. She was like a grenade that had been thrown into my path. And for some reason, she appeared to genuinely want this from me, in spite of the violence, in spite of the blood. I was a goddamn monster, as far as she knew. She’d seen me kill.

She sucked me in with diabolical skill, getting into the rhythm of it. Sliding her hands with that swiveling twist, sucking me deep into her throat, swirling with her tongue as my shaft slid out, hot and tight and clinging…oh God…I clasped my hands over hers, freezing her into stillness. Breathing it down.

Her eyes flicked up, questioning.

“I’m just not ready for it to be over yet,” I said, by way of explanation.

She smiled with her eyes and got right back to it.

It was like a fever dream. The prettiest woman I’d ever seen, naked and glowing in the ugly little cabin. On her knees, eyes closed, sucking on my cock.

How in the fuck did we get from there to here? The whole thing was as irresistible as it was completely wrong. A girl like Sandee was so vulnerable, so needy and confused. Any righteous guy with a functioning conscience and a moral compass would back away slowly, raging hard-on and all.

But I hadn’t been within shouting distance of my conscience or my moral compass in a very long time. And oh my God, those full, gleaming, rosy lips, clasping me. Those plump, pointy tits. Lush hips, round ass. Strong, smooth, graceful thighs. And her skin, so fine-grained and satiny-smooth. It had some angry red marks from the fight outside the hotel. I stroked them gently, wishing I could heal them with a touch.

My fingers wound into her hair as she sucked me deep, pulling hard. Cupping my balls, making soft, eager, welcoming sounds in her throat. Pulling on my ass, inviting me to fuck her face. So good. Best I’d ever felt or imagined. We were alone in the dark outside rules or limits, and I was taking what she offered. Hard, and repeatedly.

Being mistaken for a monster was the perfect vibe right now. Sandee might be damaged, but I had her beat by a mile. I’d forged myself into a death machine these last few months. No one had touched me, except in violence, for so long, I barely felt human anymore.

But Sandee’s hot mouth working my dick…it made me feel like a god.

I just hoped when it came time to fuck her that I would have enough self-control to make her come. Already, the thundering energy inside me was picking up momentum as the world shook apart, and huge pleasure demolished me.

After some time, I remembered who and where I was again. Insofar as anyone could. Being undercover made you realize how totally relative it all was. Just mind-fuck games. Random mask-switching. One was hardly less real than another.

More to the point, I remembered who I was pretending to be. James Craig, dirt-mean asshole, murderer, opportunist. And currently the luckiest son-of-a-bitch on earth.

Sandee still clutched my thighs, her strong fingers digging into my legs. She leaned back, letting my dick slide from her mouth, stiff as ever. She wiped her mouth, and gave him a wondering look. “Um, wow,” she murmured. “You’re still, ah…”

“Hard,” I supplied. “Yeah. You’ve barely made a dent.” I reached down, grabbing her hands. I hoisted her to her feet.

She backed away, looking shy. “One second,” she said. “Let me just…”

She pushed past me into the bathroom and bent over the sink. I followed her in as she rinsed her mouth and splashed her face, not because I chose to, more like some huge force was dragging me, like a tow chain. I crowded her up to the sink, spun her around, pulled her against me, into a hot, ravenous kiss. As if I was drowning, and she was the last breath of air in the universe.

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