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I drive back to the safe house in silence, my mind racing. I need to end this. I need to find Desmond and kill him so Annie can come out of hiding. So we can get divorced and go back to our normal lives, and I can pretend that last night never happened.
Except I don't want to pretend it never happened. I want to remember every second of it. I want to do it again. I want to keep her.
I park the car and walk into the cabin, seeing Annie on the couch in a pair of tight yoga shorts and a T-shirt. She looks up as I walk in, her hair tied back messily from her face, and before I can say a word, she’s up off of the couch and walking toward me.
I’m so stunned by how fucking gorgeous she looks that I don’t register what she’s about to do before she does it. She looks fucking edible—her hips and ass encased in those tight shorts, her legs a mile long, the cotton T-shirt clinging to her small breasts and narrow waist. My cock is hard by the time she makes it to where I’m standing, and when she presses her hand against my chest and pushes me back against the door, her lips crashinginto mine, I’m so fucking erect I think I’m going to split the zipper of my suit trousers open.
“Annie—” I try to say her name, but her mouth is insistent, her tongue slipping against mine as she slides one hand around the back of my neck and palms my cock with the other.
“You’re so hard,” she breathes, arching against me, and I let out a groan, feeling her hand rub against my aching length. I would have thought after last night, my desire would have ebbed at least a little, but I just want her more than ever. I wouldn’t have thought that was possible.
She’s still kissing me when she flicks open the button of my trousers, drawing down the zipper in one effortless motion. Her hand wraps around my cock, and I’m just about to grab her wrist and tell her we should stop when she breaks the kiss and sinks down to her knees.
My mind goes blank. I’ve fantasized about this what—a hundred times? A thousand? Annie on her knees in front of me, her hand deftly sliding my cock free, her lips pink and wet and eager for my cock to slip between them. I should stop her, should tell her that every time we do this, we’re only delaying the inevitable, but I couldn’t speak or move right now if the fucking house was on fire.
“I’ve never done this before,” Annie whispers. “I don’t know if I’ll be good at it. But?—”
She leans forward, and it doesn’t matter. Her technique doesn’t matter. It’ll still be the best blowjob I’ve ever fucking gotten in my life, because it’sher. I want to tell her that, but her tongue flicks out, caressing my tip, sliding underneath, and I can’t fucking breathe.
Dimly, I’m aware that my security is just on the other side of the door, probably fifty feet or less away. Somehow, that makes it more erotic. I slide my hand into Annie’s hair, curling my fingers through it gently as she wraps her lips around mycockhead, and focus on not coming all over her face before she’s even started.
I’m already on the edge. Seeing her like this, on her knees in front of me, her wide blue eyes looking up at me as she laps and hums around the tip of my cock, is the most devastating thing I’ve ever seen. “Christ,” I choke out as she starts to take me into her mouth, my throat tight as I look down at her.
“Tell me what you like,” she whispers after the first attempt, and I shake my head.
“Anything,” I manage. “God, your mouth on my cock is enough, Annie. I could come right fucking now. Anything you do is fucking perfect.”
A smile twists up the corners of her mouth, and she leans in again, this time with a little more confidence. I lean my head back against the door, a ragged groan slipping from my lips as she slides down further, and I watch the woman I’ve wanted for my entire life suck my cock.
She has no idea what she’s doing, but it doesn’t fucking matter. I’m fighting my orgasm every step of the way, with every lick, every suck, every inch that she takes into her mouth. It feels so fucking good. I feel like I’m fucking on fire, my knees weak, every muscle wound tight as I moan with every slide of her lips over my throbbing length.
“Fuck, Annie, it’s too good—” I groan, my fingers pressing into her scalp. “I—fuck.”
I can last a little longer. I have to. I don’t want it to fucking end. But then she tries to take all of me, her lips sliding down to my base for a brief second before she chokes and gags, her throat muscles spasming over my too-sensitive length, and I fucking lose it.
“I’m going to—shit, Annie, I’m going to come—” I start to pull away, but she grabs the base of my cock, locking her lips around me as she starts to bob her head in earnest, sucking hard.
I see fucking stars. My knees buckle. I come harder than I ever have in my fucking life, forcing myself to keep my eyes open, to look down at what I’m going to jerk off to the memory of for the rest of my fucking days. Annie, with her mouth around my cock, swallowing every spurt of my cum as it throbs on her tongue, her throat working as she looks up at me with those luminous blue eyes.
When she slides off of me, swallowing once more, a pearl of cum on her lips still, I’m somehow still fucking hard.
Fuck it. With one swift motion, I sweep her up off of her feet, carrying her to the couch with my pants around my hips. I don’t bother with her clothes or mine, lying her down on her stomach as I jerk her shorts to one side, angle my still rock-hard cock against her drenched folds, and slide into her in one swift motion.
Annie cries out, and I freeze, coming back to my senses. “Shit,” I swear, starting to pull out. “You’re too sore, it’s too soon?—”
Her hand shoots out, grabbing my hip. “Don’t you dare fucking stop,” she gasps, and that’s all it takes to make me lose my mind again.
I thrust into her, her cries driving me on, all the gentleness of last night gone as I lose myself in the tight, wet heat of her perfect pussy. She grips me like a velvet glove, a perfect fit, and I reach beneath her, tugging her ass up into the air and finding her clit with my fingers as I thrust into her again and again.
“Come on my cock, Annie,” I growl, working her swollen clit. “I want you to come on it twice before I come again. Can you do that for me? Can you be my good girl and soak my cock for me?”
She lets out a whimpering, helpless moan, her hips arching back against me as she finds the rhythm I’ve set. My fingers roll over her clit faster, and I feel her start to tense, feel her cuntripple and clench around me as she comes for the first time with my name on her lips.
“Good girl,” I groan, slowing my strokes as I savor the feeling of her spasming around me. “That’s one. Give me another and I’ll come for you again.”
Annie whimpers, and I pull out of her for a split second, turning her around as I sit back and pull her onto my lap. She gasps as she slides down the length of my cock, and I yank off her tank top, tossing it aside as I bend my head to draw one of her nipples into my mouth, reaching down to toy with her clit again as I thrust up into her.
