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I finally stop walking and stare at her. “It doesn’t matter. I’m not here to win.”
Her dark brows knit into a vee, as if she’s trying to figure me out. Good luck with that, Miss Stella.
Her teeth catch her bottom lip, and she starts to look away, but I touch her chin with my thumb and forefinger before I can stop myself. I can’t stop staring at her for some reason.
She cuts me off with a crushing kiss, her mouth locking on mine before I know what’s happening. I teeter backward, falling against the far railing, but she never releases my lips from hers. Her heart hammers as she reaches up to yank my head down toward her.
I’m so stunned by the abrupt kiss, I don’t know how to react, but Stella is fully in control of the situation, her tongue teasing my tense lips, prodding my mouth apart until the tips work against one another.
My own hands fall onto the small of her back, fingers digging into the material of her jeans, pulling her closer toward me. Her chin falls back, hands dropping to fumble with my belt as her eyes fix on mine. I don’t stop her as she turns her huge, dark eyes on me, the orbs glowing in the night.
“Is that all you?” she whispers.
“Why don’t you look and see?” I instruct her.
Inhaling sharply, I allow her to work away my belt and zipper, freeing my tumescent cock as she falls to her knees. A groan of pleasure escapes my mouth, her warm breath teasing against my shaft, her dark hair falling over her cheek as she wraps her hand tightly around me.
“Damn, Benn,” she breathes. “You’re huge!”
I start to respond, but instead, a grunt fills the air, my entire manhood sliding into the depth of Stella’s throat. She gags lightly but doesn’t stop, her hand still tight around the base of me. In and out she takes me, my hand twisting the silken strands of her hair so I can watch, my erection growing harder as the walls of her mouth get wetter and tighter.
“Good girl,” I rasp. “Take it all.” Her eyes pop, turning upward to look at me in shock, and I thrust myself deeper intoher throat, grunting against the small of her windpipe. “Suck it all down, Stella. Let me come down your throat.”
She pauses, only briefly. “This dirty mouth of yours is completely unexpected, but it’s averywelcome surprise.”
And with that, her mouth is back on my dick. Her movements get faster, harder, deeper, and I moan again, closing my eyes and dropping my head back.
My hands tighten around her hair, and she whimpers. “That’s a good, good girl. Take my cock. All the way.”
Hips jerking, Stella gags slightly, and I pull her back, careful not to hurt her, but her movements grow more urgent. She wants me—all of me.
Her fingers caress my sack, and I moan softly.
“Yes. Just like that,” I groan. “Make me come, Stella.” Her head moves with my hands, my cock slipping and sliding in and out of her mouth. “Harder,” I order her, and she obliges. “I’m coming,” I tell her, and she mewls, making a sound in agreement, not letting up for a second, and the swell of my sac warns me that it’s too late to stop.
I thrust myself fully into her, hot streams driving down her throat, my fingers digging into the base of her head until there’s not a drop left of me to release.
Slowly, I let her go, and Stella falls back, her eyes shining with desire as she rests on her haunches, wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Fuck, Stella,” I rasp.
“Are you complaining?” she jests, and I bend down to help her up, even before setting my pants right.
“Are you okay?” I ask worriedly.
“Me?” she questions. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”
Again, I read nothing but honesty on her face, and relief creeps in, but I can’t help but feel unsettled, as if there will be repercussions for this.
“We should make our way back to the Hummer,” I say.
“What’s that? You want another hummer?” she asks with a feigned innocence.
I’m glad it’s dark, and my skin is so bronze that she can’t see the heat that’s flushed me crimson on the inside.
“You’re something else. You know that, Stella Crestwood?” A sense of amusement dances in my words as I pull my pants up and secure my belt.
“Should I take that as a compliment?” she asks, and I swear I hear a hint of uncertainty in her tone.
