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“I can’t. You just can’t,” she wailed in pain.

Fuck, was she acting to get to me or was this for real? I was confused as hell as I powerlessly watched in horror. Whatever her motive was, it sure worked.

“Cara, please get up.” Releasing a steady breath, I reached out, wanting to pull her up, but she furiously smacked my hand away.

Out of my depth, I bent over and plucked her off the floor. Her body sagged against my chest, crying a damn river before I deposited her curling form on the couch.

She looked so defeated that I found myself sitting next to her. My body sagged against the cushion as I reached out to hold her soft, delicate hands. This time, she didn’t reject it. Hands entwined, bounded by excruciating pain, but for different reasons, rage persisted, battling within me. Yet, there was a puny part that was sorry, too, for not being enough.

Breakups were bad business. I understood why people in the business didn’t want to get caught up in a serious relationship. Not only did it require hard work from both parties, but also once it went downhill, this shit got into your mind, fucking you up, threatening to ruin everything you had worked hard for—your livelihood, your sanity, your peace of mind. It wreaked havoc in indescribable ways that would leave you fundamentally crippled—physically, mentally, emotionally. A rollercoaster of fuckery I was bound to be riding again soon enough.

It daunted me. The last time didn’t work out so well.

Lifting my face towards the ceiling, I closed my eyes as I tried not to drown in my own miserable pain.

It took Cara about fifteen minutes to quiet down. Another five for the hiccupping to stop. Another minute for the room to fall into eerie silence.

Thensomething shifted.

It was her hand I felt first. Soft, unassuming as she gently rested it against my thigh. Then it slowly crept from my thigh to the bulge in my pants.

Everything halted.

My world stopped spinning as my senses solely focused on that one, exploring,wickedhand.

Did she think I was sleeping? Oh hell.

While I contemplated on what to do next, I heard the metallic sound of my zipper being pulled down. My breath caught in my throat as I waited for her next move.

She slowly slid into my pants, seeking the opening of my boxer briefs. The moment she found it, she stroked my length as she gradually drew it out.

If she’s going to do what I’m thinking she’s about to do, I’m going to have a fucking heart attack.Cara never had me in her mouth. EVER. And the very thought of her doing just that, I wasn’t sure if I could handle it.

The suspense was killing me. I couldn’t pretend any longer. My eyes instantly snapped open, wanting this very image tattooed in my mind until I died. I had always imagined it, even desperately hinted about it, but she never singlehandedly catered to my needs this way.

Tear-stained face full of fascination, her entire focus was on my shaft, mesmerized as she stroked my turgid length up and down with acute intensity before she moved closer to my protruding hardness with one purpose in mind.

“Cara?” I nervously swallowed.

Thenthe impossible happened, shutting me into complete silence. Her pretty, little glossed mouth parted as she guiding it towards the fat head of my dick, slipping it halfway in before releasing it, teasing me. I groaned in vain when I felt the sweet burn of the purest feeling of ultimate euphoria.

I watched her dart out the tip of her pink tongue, licking the tiny slit of my crown in a circular motion, hypnotizing me. It glided smoothly, torturously, before she began to lightly suck on it.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!I was screaming inside. She felt so good I was about to lose my mind.

I was flabbergasted and in awe of her. My body was so wounded up I felt unhinged. My breathing became erratic from ecstasy overload. I was on the verge of combustion, and my dick was so hard it hurt. I tried to calm the fuck down by placing a hand over my face, closing my eyes again and trying to rationalize that I had gotten head since the beginning of time, that this wasn’t a big fucking deal …

Then the nymph gobbled my entire cock.

“Son of a—FUCK!” I hissed as her vacuum-like mouth locked on the base of my length before she violently shook her head, placing my dick in some kind of euphoria as it hit all kinds of nerve endings.

How did she learn this?The mindfuck began again. She had never done this with me … unless—Goddammit. The first time I got head from her, and my mind wouldn’t shut the fuck up, for fuck’s sake!

Right before the demented emotional rollercoaster began to take life in my mind, Cara took it up a notch by making wet, sucking sounds before I heard a loud pleasurable moan from her, loving the taste of my dick in her mouth. One hand steadily gripped the base of my cock, the other massaged my balls while her mouth simultaneously glided up and down, bobbing her head as she did so, milking me good. It was music to my ears.

“Jesus, baby, that mouth is criminal,” I grated out as I unknowingly lifted my hips, wanting more. My eyes were enthralled, captivated at the minx working on me. The angry veins on my cock showed just how appreciative it was.

My cock was about to explode, and I couldn’t get enough of watching her. This shit was so damn beautiful to look at.

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