She grins at me and drops to her knees, her hands going to work to free my traitorous cock.
"Fuck," I moan as she licks at the precum coating me. I weave my hand through her hair to get it off her beautiful face, my heart pounding at the sight of her on her fucking knees in a place like this.
Flitting my attention toward the guys, I realize they can totally see us even from here but come to terms with the fact that I really don't fucking care. No, the only thing that really matters is Cora's perfect little mouth taking me into her.
Cora grips the base of my shaft and squeezes it firmly, her mouth working me in a way that makes me question how long I can last. She looks up at me through her long lashes and takes me in deeper, my cock hitting the back of her throat. Pursing her lips, she sucks me harder, swirling her hand along the edge of her lips, increasing every bit of pleasure consuming me.
"Baby," I say. "You're such a dirty fucking girl."
She grins around my cock and the shift in pressure is enough to make me crumble right here and now, but I don't. Instead, I brace myself on the pillar we're sort of concealed behind and take my other hand to grip the base of her chin.
Cora pulls me out of her, still stroking me as she bats her pretty blue eyes up at me. "I want you to come in my mouth," she says, a bit out of breath, her lips touching the tip of my twitching cock.
And with a final glance at the men who are torturing someone else near us, I push myself back into Cora and buck my hips, my orgasm nearing.
"Fuck," I moan as my cock fills her warm and wet mouth.
Cora holds out her tongue and opens wide, jerking me to completion right into her fucking mouth. The sight something that will be etched into my memory for as long as I live. My cock twitches, sending what's left of my orgasm onto her cheek.
She sucks me dry, my body twitching with every movement, and swallows my load, surprising me when she wipes at her cheek and licks her finger, getting every last drop of me.
"That was so fucking hot," I tell her, my chest heaving as she stands from the ground.
I take her face into my hands and kiss her deeply, the salty remains of me still lingering.
Cora breaks away long enough for me to shove my dick back into my pants and button them up. She grabs my shirt and tugs me around the corner so we can continue watching Silver and Miller torture a man.
It dawns on me how fucking wrong all of this is, but what's worse is that I'm not convinced that I care. I recognize how fucked up this is, that much is true, and still, the only thing on my mind is how fucking happy I am.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Maybe I'm not as good of a guy as I think I am...and maybe that's okay with me.
Silver shakes his fist, blood from the man's face, flying off it and onto the plastic below him. "You still not ready to talk?"
Harry coughs and hangs his head sloppily.
Cora looks over her shoulder at me. "I'm going in." She takes off without even allowing me to process what she said, my chest tightening with each step she takes from me.
I'm right on her heels, but there's no stopping her, not when she's already made up her mind. I could throw her over my shoulder and carry her out of here, yet she'd still find a way to finish what she started.
Miller does a double take, his face hardening at her approach. "What are you doing?"
Cora stops a few feet from the beaten man, her boots crumpling the plastic under her. "He has a daughter, right?"
Harry's attention darts to Cora.
"He does," Miller confirms.
Silver returns from the selection of tools, a towel in his grasp as he wipes at his hands. He doesn't seem bothered at all that Cora made it a point to march over. If anything, it's like he expected it to happen.
"College student," Cora continues.
Miller nods.
Cora crosses her arms and looks between Harry and Miller. "I think I should pay her a visit."
"Wh-what? No," Harry blubbers, his words not coming out quick enough. "Leave her out of this."
