Her tongue grazes the tip, then she takes me in—hesitant at first, then bolder when I groan.
“Fuck,”I choke. “You look so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth.”
My hands sink into her hair, careful, guiding but never forcing. She hums around me, the vibration ricocheting through my entire body, blurring the edges of my vision.
Her mouth is heaven and damnation in the same breath—sucking, teasing, unraveling me until I’m nothing but pure, relentless need. Her wet hair twists tight in my grip, every muscle straining as I fight the savage urge to take, to drive myself down her throat and fuck her mouth raw—but she moans around me, greedy, like she craves every second, like she was made for this.
For me.
I’m wrecked. Completely, irredeemably wrecked.
My grip tightens until my knuckles ache, helpless while her tongue circles me with slow, aching reverence. Then she takes me deeper, drawing broken curses from my throat. I’ve never known pleasure like this, so intense. Never felt so seen, so wanted.
Control slips through my fingers, unraveling to reveal my corruption.
No one else will ever see her like this. No one else will ever know what it is to be devoured by her.
She’ll be the end of me, and I’ll thank her for giving me the honor.
Somehow,weslipoutof the house and into my truck without my dad catching us.
The night air chills against my burning skin, grounding me for the first time in an hour.
My pulse is still wild, my body still buzzing from the best blowjob of my life. Truly un-fucking-believable.
I still don’t know how I convinced her to stay behind with me, but even if that’s as far as she wants to go tonight, it was worth it. But I’m still going to sneak into her room tonight to properly show my appreciation.
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” she asks, buckling in.
“I could,” I say, grinning. “But then it wouldn’t be a surprise.”
She rolls her eyes. “At least give me a hint.”
Pretending to mull it over, I tilt my head side to side. “It’s somewhere…special.”
“What kind of hint is that?”
I shrug. “You asked for a hint. That’s your hint.”
“That’s not fair.”
I steal a glance at her—arms crossed, staring hard out the window, lips pouty in a way that makes my chest ache.
Makes me want to slam on the brakes, haul her into my lap, and crush my mouth to hers until she’s breathless, trembling, stripped of every reason she has to stay mad at me, and the only thing she can think about is me and what I do to her.
Instead, I veer down the narrow, overgrown path swallowed by wildflowers. At first glance, it seems like a dead end—like it’s a secret pocket made just for pulling her close and giving in before I lose my fucking mind.
“We’re here,” I announce, shifting the truck into park and turning off the engine.
Sadie quickly looks around before facing me. “I’m confused. You’ve already taken me here.”
“Have I?” I ask, feigning confusion. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,”she says, voice clipped.
“Hm, I guess you can just stay here then.” I shrug before hopping out. “You know, since you’ve seen it already.”
Shutting the door, I turn and start down a smaller footpath off to the side. Her muffled curse makes me laugh when she slams the passenger door and hurries after me down the hidden trail. I slow down my pace, letting her catch up.
