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Wanting to please him—because he’d had a long few days—I climbed to the driver’s seat and shifted onto my knees, leaned over the center console, and undid his zipper. I didn’t know how well I’d do, giving him a blow job. I’d never really given one to anyone before Blaise, but I wanted to help him out. Ineededto help him out.
I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and dipped my head, sucking as much of him as I could into my mouth. My eyes watered slightly, but I forced myself to take every last inch of him and began bobbing my head, hoping I could make him feel good.
He rested back against the seat and placed one hand on the back of my head, curling his fingers into my hair. “Fuck, Sunshine. You’re fucking amazing,” he murmured.
Gently, he began lifting his hips off the seat, thrusting himself in and out of my throat. I tightened around him and took more of him into my mouth, making myself gag. But instead of pulling him out, I flicked my tongue against his balls, like I’d seen girls do in porn.
So much spit and drool ran down the length of his cock, dripping onto his balls and then onto the seat. I gagged every time he hit the back of my throat as sloppy, wet sounds came from my mouth. But I was determined not to stop. I wouldn’t stop until—
Suddenly, Blaise slammed himself into my mouth and down my throat, his cum shooting into it and filling me. I pressed my lips tighter around his cock, my cheeks puffing out to keep all his cum inside me.
When the last of his cum shot into my mouth, I slowly sat back up and stuck my tongue out for him to see it. He rolled his eyes back, groaning again, and watched me swallow him.
“So desperate for my cum,” he said, gliding his finger across my bottom lip. “So desperate for me.”
ChapterSixty-Five
BLAISE
“Am I doing it?” Vera asked, glancing back at me as she glided on the skateboard in the middle of the slums. Just like I had taught her, she stopped the board before she hit a pothole and grabbed it from the ground, walking back to me. “I did it.”
I leaned against my Ferrari and smirked. She had been skating up and down the street for the past half hour and hadn’t fallen once. Every time she hopped back onto the board, she rode smoother and faster, actually getting the hang of it.
“Vera,” João hummed, walking out of his front door while holding his sister’s hand. He glanced over at me, surprisingly not making any backhanded comments for once, and continued toward us. “You promised you’d watch Ana.”
Vera handed the board to me, walking to meet João on the sidewalk.
Ana squeezed João’s hand and stared up at her brother. “Why can’t I stay with Mama? Where is she? I miss her.”
João crouched to her level, looked her in the eyes, and swallowed. “She’s working.”
“But it’s not fair. She’s always working.”
After letting out a long sigh, João refastened Ana’s light-up Velcro princess shoes, the Velcro so old and worn that they didn’t even fasten closed completely. “I’ll get you some new shoes while I’m out today, and we can show Mama later, okay?”
Ana frowned, but then she nodded and threw her small arms around João’s shoulders. João was a dick, but even he had better fucking family relationships than I did. And I envied the fuck out of him for it.
“Don’t fuck with my sister,” João warned me once he stood.
Vera pulled Ana up and held her in her arms. “You want to make some brigadeiros tonight with me and Blaise?”
Ana looked over at me and grinned wickedly. “Yeah!”
“We gotta wait for Mateo, and then we can head in, okay?”
“Okay, where is—”
“Sorry I’m late,” Mateo said, hurrying down the sidewalk with his hands clasped around his backpack straps and sweat rolling down his forehead. His hair was all disheveled and his shirt untucked. “I, uh, had to stay after school to finish something.”
“We were at the school until, like, four thirty,” Vera said. “What were you doing for that long that you—”
“I was busy, all right?” Mateo snapped, glancing at me for help.
I smirked, knowing exactly what he had been up to this afternoon just by the way he looked, and slung my arm over Vera’s shoulders. “Don’t worry about it, V. Stop being an overly possessive sister. Your brother is allowed to have some fun.”
“You think I’m overly possessive?” she asked, arching a brow at me. Then, she must’ve actually registered what I had said because she scrunched her nose at Mateo, who walked into the house. “And ew.”
After following Mateo into the house, I placed my skateboard against the wall and out of the way. Ana and Vera disappeared into the kitchen to make brigadeiros or whatever they were, and Mateo handed me a controller.
