on?” I swing my palm at his hard, hot body.
He crosses his arms, dick bobbing, muscles undulating as he folds them across his broad chest. “No.”
Okay. I gulp back my fear, shame, and lust in a tight ball of misery.
Don't ask, Rose. “What's a ʻDear Johnʼ?” I ask anyway.
An angry slash of lips splits his face. “It's a fucking blow off. A dismissal.” His words bite.
Oh.
I can't do Noose right now. I shut my eyes. Great choice of words, Rose. I say, “I can't have a boyfriend right now. I have some stuff going on, important stuff.”
Like not getting raped before the hearing. Like protecting Charlie from his monster of a dad.
Noose's eyebrows hike. “Who said I want a girlfriend?”
The pit of my stomach falls into the abyss of emotional fallout. “Then what was this?” I ask, voice small as I wave a hand between us.
Noose lifts a shoulder. “Getting off,” he says, voice hard. “You're fucking great at that. Blew me like a pro.”
I step back as if he hit me. “Blew you?”
Heat travels from my toes up my body in a nauseating wave.
Oh shit. I haven't had a bit of food in almost six hours. By now, I would have been back at Mom and Dad's, had some protein, and maybe a juice.
I sway.
Great timing, as always.
Noose's face changes to concern. “ What -what the fuck is going on? Rose!” he bellows, but I'm staggering back.
Pass out time.
“Sorry,” I whisper and begin to topple.
Strong arms catch me, but my head is attached to the noodle of my neck. It rolls against his bulging bicep.
“Rose,” he says anxiously, all the toughness gone.
“Candy,” I whisper with the last of my consciousness before his face narrows to a circle and is gone.
9
Noose
Holy fuck, that girl's got a mouth.
Slick and wet, her lips and tongue glide over the tip of my cock like a moist, heated glove.
My heart slams against my ribcage, breaths coming in tight pants.
I hadn't meant anything when I'd leaned back. I needed some space; Rose had made it clear she wasn't fucking me.
But I had a load and nowhere to put it. I thought I'd jerk off and get the edge off.
If she watched, cool.
Rose is doing more than watching. Her hot mouth moves over my cock just right.
Then she adds the hand, instantly ratcheting up the gonna - blow factor by a thousand.
My cock gets harder with each pass of her hand and mouth. I wrap her hair in my fist and gently shove her face down, following her lead.
Her fingers come away for a moment, and I groan at the loss of her touch.
Rose gives me a titty-twister that's as hot as fuck, and my balls crawl up high, tingling with my load. I open my mouth to ask where she wants it.
I know where I want it.
Then she squeezes.
I reactively press her face to the base of me and helplessly unload into her mouth, throbbing my cum deep in her throat.
I moan, dying.
Living.
Rose comes up for air, and I release her head. She flicks her pink little tongue over the tip of me, and I shudder.
I lose it for a second and fall back against the couch.
I slit my eyes, looking at this girl I didn't know three days ago.
Her eyes are full of uncertainty.
I gather her against me, and she asks if I liked what she did.
Like it?
Love is more like it.
That worries the fuck out of me.
*
Rose zonks out after our fun, and I let her sleep on me, watching every breath, eyes roaming the body I just tasted.
Mainly, my eyes go back to her mouth. I think about it riding my cock and taking my load.
Hot. As. Fuck.
I gently roll her off me, settling the blanket over her lower half with real regret.
Exhaling roughly, I turn away from the view. I don't want her folks freaking out about her not coming home to pick up the kid. They're the type to overreact and call the cops.
My mind shuffles through the blue on the Road Kill payroll. We don’t have enough to prevent a little problem sprouting like a weed.
I jam a cig between my lips, light up, and walk to the front door of the cabin. I crack
He crosses his arms, dick bobbing, muscles undulating as he folds them across his broad chest. “No.”
Okay. I gulp back my fear, shame, and lust in a tight ball of misery.
Don't ask, Rose. “What's a ʻDear Johnʼ?” I ask anyway.
An angry slash of lips splits his face. “It's a fucking blow off. A dismissal.” His words bite.
Oh.
I can't do Noose right now. I shut my eyes. Great choice of words, Rose. I say, “I can't have a boyfriend right now. I have some stuff going on, important stuff.”
Like not getting raped before the hearing. Like protecting Charlie from his monster of a dad.
Noose's eyebrows hike. “Who said I want a girlfriend?”
The pit of my stomach falls into the abyss of emotional fallout. “Then what was this?” I ask, voice small as I wave a hand between us.
Noose lifts a shoulder. “Getting off,” he says, voice hard. “You're fucking great at that. Blew me like a pro.”
I step back as if he hit me. “Blew you?”
Heat travels from my toes up my body in a nauseating wave.
Oh shit. I haven't had a bit of food in almost six hours. By now, I would have been back at Mom and Dad's, had some protein, and maybe a juice.
I sway.
Great timing, as always.
Noose's face changes to concern. “ What -what the fuck is going on? Rose!” he bellows, but I'm staggering back.
Pass out time.
“Sorry,” I whisper and begin to topple.
Strong arms catch me, but my head is attached to the noodle of my neck. It rolls against his bulging bicep.
“Rose,” he says anxiously, all the toughness gone.
“Candy,” I whisper with the last of my consciousness before his face narrows to a circle and is gone.
9
Noose
Holy fuck, that girl's got a mouth.
Slick and wet, her lips and tongue glide over the tip of my cock like a moist, heated glove.
My heart slams against my ribcage, breaths coming in tight pants.
I hadn't meant anything when I'd leaned back. I needed some space; Rose had made it clear she wasn't fucking me.
But I had a load and nowhere to put it. I thought I'd jerk off and get the edge off.
If she watched, cool.
Rose is doing more than watching. Her hot mouth moves over my cock just right.
Then she adds the hand, instantly ratcheting up the gonna - blow factor by a thousand.
My cock gets harder with each pass of her hand and mouth. I wrap her hair in my fist and gently shove her face down, following her lead.
Her fingers come away for a moment, and I groan at the loss of her touch.
Rose gives me a titty-twister that's as hot as fuck, and my balls crawl up high, tingling with my load. I open my mouth to ask where she wants it.
I know where I want it.
Then she squeezes.
I reactively press her face to the base of me and helplessly unload into her mouth, throbbing my cum deep in her throat.
I moan, dying.
Living.
Rose comes up for air, and I release her head. She flicks her pink little tongue over the tip of me, and I shudder.
I lose it for a second and fall back against the couch.
I slit my eyes, looking at this girl I didn't know three days ago.
Her eyes are full of uncertainty.
I gather her against me, and she asks if I liked what she did.
Like it?
Love is more like it.
That worries the fuck out of me.
*
Rose zonks out after our fun, and I let her sleep on me, watching every breath, eyes roaming the body I just tasted.
Mainly, my eyes go back to her mouth. I think about it riding my cock and taking my load.
Hot. As. Fuck.
I gently roll her off me, settling the blanket over her lower half with real regret.
Exhaling roughly, I turn away from the view. I don't want her folks freaking out about her not coming home to pick up the kid. They're the type to overreact and call the cops.
My mind shuffles through the blue on the Road Kill payroll. We don’t have enough to prevent a little problem sprouting like a weed.
I jam a cig between my lips, light up, and walk to the front door of the cabin. I crack
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