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She offered him a wicked smile. “Tell me what you want.”
Garret’s dark eyebrows arched up, and the smile he offered her was nothing shy of feral. He unbuttoned his pants and moved them down just enough to expose his manhood. It was huge. She stared in awe at the smooth shaft, hard as a rock. He ran his hand down it. She reached for it, grabbed it, and looked up at him. “Like this?”
“You’re so innocent,” he rumbled.
“You’re corrupting me,” she uttered low.
The devil’s smile faded from his face, and he didn’t even look like Garret anymore. He looked just as much animal as man now.
He eased the tip of his cock toward her mouth, and waited.
She’d heard about this in naughty conversations with visitors. If she sucked on him, it would feel good.
After what he’d done for her, she wanted him to feel good.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered.
“Touch myself how? Teach me.”
He inhaled sharply and let off a single chuckle. “Put your hand in your pants. Put a finger inside of yourself, like I did to you.”
“You want me to do that? To myself? In front of you?”
He nodded slowly, his glowing wolf eyes trained on her.
Feeling completely insane, she slid her hand down the front of her trousers and looked up at him as her fingers found her slick entrance. “Like this?” she whispered.
“Make it feel good,” he demanded, stroking his huge cock close to her face.
It already felt good, so that was easy to follow.
“Open your mouth,” he murmured.
There were no nerves. There were no blushes of embarrassment. Not here, and not now. Later, she would probably think on the scandalous acts she was performing and be mortified, but here under his direction, she just felt numb and happy and good.
With her free hand, she gripped his cock and slid her mouth over him.
“No teeth,” he gritted out, so she softened her angle and used her tongue instead of her teeth.
Garret gritted his teeth and let off a grunt that made what she was doing to herself feel even better. Just the sounds he made were making her wetter.
His hand went to the back of her head, and he guided her to set the pace he liked. She caught on quickly. He liked it faster. She kept pace with her finger, matching each stroke. Matching the pace he set.
It felt so good, and she didn’t notice when her mouth clamped tighter onto him because she was so close to something big again. Some sort of release!
He grunted, and cursed, his arm locked on the tree trunk above her.
“Fuck, Eliza!” he gritted out.
She’d never felt more powerful than when her body shattered at the same time as warmth streamed from him. He coated the back of her throat as he grunted and threw his head back. She could see his taut Adam’s apple as he strained against his own release. She swallowed. And swallowed. And did what he’d done for her—drew every pulse of pleasure out as her own release throbbed on and on.
When he eased out of her mouth and fell to his knees in front of her, she couldn’t help the smile behind where she pressed her wrist against her lips.
When she pulled her hand from herself, he grabbed her wrist and sucked on the finger she’d had buried inside of her, then pulled her against him in the tightest embrace she’d ever experienced.
He swayed gently, and his heart raced against her.
They didn’t say anything, but they didn’t have to. Any embarrassment she was supposed to have stayed at bay. She ran her fingertips up and down his back, and through his shirt, she could feel the jagged edges of that healing gunshot wound. The one he’d gotten protecting her. Eliza hugged him closer and buried her face against him.
