Fuck, she’s soaked.
I groan into her neck, sweeping two fingers through the watery mess puddling from her cunt.
Her hips jut and she whimpers, clawing at the sides of my thighs and shifting her hooded hazel to me.
She doesn’t say anything. She’s begging with her eyes and flattening her brows the way I like, the way that tears me apart.
My pulse reaches my dick, thumping something dangerous that’s making my spine crawl. I tease her, holding her eye contact and drawing light circles around her tight entrance. “You miss me inside you already? Hm?”
“Mm-hmm,” she whines, nodding.
“Good.” Fighting the impulse of sinking my fingers inside her, I pull them away and center them to the part in her lips. “Go ahead. Taste the way I make you feel.”
With no hesitation, she’s heeding my command and taking my fingers into her mouth, her slippery tongue funneling around the shape and her dreamy eyes locked on mine.
God. Fuck. I don’t think I can walk away from you.
Stalking the motion of her lips sliding down my fingers, her tongue lapping up her own flavor, I force myself to ease her leg down, wondering how good it would feel to fuck her pretty mouth.
She slurps, keeping her eyes on me and dragging my fingertips from her suction, an audible pop echoing between us.
“Remember that for me,” I rasp.
She rolls her plump lips, lightly sucking on the bottom and spinning around to face me, her little hands exploring my abdomen.
Her silence, the desire watering her heavy eyes, even the way she’s softly feeling up my chest, has my planned day collapsing to smoke.
I have things Ihaveto do, though. If I start getting my dick wet, I’m gonna want it soaked the rest of the day. And when it got too sore to fuck her with, I’d use my mouth until my teeth felt like blades.
“You gonna be okay without me?” I ask, flicking down to my marks covering her neck.
She frowns, letting her hands fall down my skin, standing fully nude on top of the sheet, like she’s ready to add more to our film. “Where are you going?”
I tip my head to the side, gesturing to the door Ora left wide the fuck open. “Need to fix that. Unless you want a glory hole for everyone to watch us through.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
BUNNY
Broken capillaries blotch my neck, hugging the cool toned bruises of strong hands and peppering around the bite mark in the center of my throat, making me a little self-conscious.
I bring a hand up to it, tenderly tracing the pads of my fingers along the bruising while gliding my eyes over the people paying no attention to me.
I’m okay. I told him that, too. It’s, like, a semi-permanent collar I want him to keep freshening up. Just as… I don’t know. I guess a reminder of how much I’m wanted, how possessive he is ofmeof all people.
I also wanted him to feel content enough to not worry about me, so he’d go do what he needed to with Cash and Xene.
I have somethingIwant to do. Alone.
It’s hot today. It’s always hot. But the torridity pressing against my skin while making my way to the south end of the park feels different.
There’s a wild drive in my heart, in turn, making the air stickier to breathe. It’s compact in my lungs and tensing my scalp, and the people floating around for rides and games are aiding in my claustrophobia. But I feel awake. Alive. More than I ever have since the day I woke up confused in the trailer.
Having sex with Razor gave me the push I needed. As if the ache I walk with today is reinforcing my spine.
I don’t know how long this will last, though. And I’m not sure if my body will become dependent on his to remain tenacious.
Passing the tent hosting an active game of ring toss, I veer around the family waiting for their turn and scan the last of the tents with parted curtains. There’s only one that doesn’t have people coming and going. It catches my eye, so I move closer, reading the blackletter font written on the A-Frame.
