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Her big brown eyes were glassy with boozy desire and there was an attractive pink hue coloring her cheeks and making her freckles stand out even more than normal. “Let me go, Church.”

I let her go and a second later she was on her knees in front of me and my cock was engulfed in the damp, warm cavern of her mouth. I’d watched her suck on that straw yesterday and wondered what it would be like to have those pretty, pouty lips wrapped around my dick. My imagination didn’t have shit on reality. She blew my mind while she proceeded to blow me outside of a bar in the middle of nowhere Arkansas after too many shots of tequila and too much honesty. It hurt my heart but the rest of me really fucking enjoyed it.

I leaned forward when she made a satisfied noise as precum hit her tongue. I braced an arm on the brick wall and rested my forehead on my arm. I put a hand on the top of her head as she bobbed up and down, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing out as my hips kicked forward involuntarily towards her. It was glorious and it was torture. I’d spent many a night with my hand wrapped around the same rigid flesh she was sucking, licking, taunting with licks and vibration as she gave repeated hums of satisfaction. My own fist would never do now that I knew what the reality of Dixie’s warm, welcoming mouth felt like. She had ruined jacking off for me and I hated and loved her for it at the same time.

I pressed farther into her as she sucked my length back into her mouth as far as it would go. She wrapped a hand around the base because there was more of me than she could fully take and twisted her wrist as her tongue did an erotic little dance along the heavy vein that ran along the underside of my erection. The girl was beyond good with her mouth. She had me weak-kneed and blurry eyed as she sucked and swallowed as I bucked against her far more violently than I meant to. I should be reverent and respectful. This was far more for me than it was for her but my baser instincts were taking over and all I seemed able to do was grunt and demand more from her as she worked me deeper inside her mouth and farther down the back of her throat.

It was the dirtiest and at the same time most worshipful experience of my life. I never wanted it to end but I also wanted to rush through it because it still felt like the wrong place and the wrong time and I was absolutely the wrong guy … but she was right. Everything about her and the way she made me feel as pleasure coiled low at the base of my spine, while it had my thighs locking and my hands clutching at her head like it was my only anchor to this moment, felt so much like it should be, was meant to be, like it was the only right that had happened in my life in a very, very long time.

“You’re about to get more than you asked for, pretty girl.” My voice sounded like it had been dragged over gravel and dipped in acid. The drawl was thicker than it had ever been and I couldn’t keep my eyes open as pleasure pressed down hard on me and had my balls drawing up and my cock kicking hard where it was trapped between her lips.

She hummed again, twisted her hand the other way, dug the fingernails of her free hand into the curve at the top of my ass where she was holding on for balance, and then she licked across the steadily weeping slit that was touching her tongue. She pulled back just a little bit and I couldn’t take it anymore. I swore and then growled her name as I pressed the back of her head closer to my waist. It wasn’t delicate or kind. It was greedy and gluttonous. I wanted her to take all of me as I flooded her mouth and filled her up with pleasure that would no longer be contained. She swallowed just as voraciously, taking it all while she stared up at me with those unendingly dark eyes. I didn’t deserve any of this, but it was a moment, a memory that I would treasure until I took my last breath. She made me feel like a hero when I was the furthest thing from that.

She fell back on her haunches after placing a kiss right below my belly button. She leaned her head back against the brick wall and stared up at me as I figured my situation out and got myself adjusted back in my jeans. I couldn’t stop looking down at her. She made me take risks I would never take, not just because I knew better than to get distracted, but because when I was distracted I couldn’t keep her safe. She might have done a spectacular job going down on me but my mind was blown just as much as my cock had been. She made me forget to be on the lookout for the bad things that always seemed to chase the good ones out of my life.

Her mouth was puffy and swollen. Her cheeks were hot pink and there was no missing that her typically wild hair was even more unkempt from my hands pulling at it. I opened my mouth to say something, to say anything, but I was saved from tripping over useless words when the side door to the bar swung open and the cute cocktail server that had been taking care of inside stepped out, cigarette in hand.

Her gaze slipped over us, me looming over a very flushed and very wide-eyed Dixie, and a knowing grin tugged at her mouth.

“That’s a popular pit stop, but you guys might want to relocate before last call if you don’t want to give the whole town and all the tourists a show.” She winked at me as I reached out a hand to pull Dixie to her feet. She wobbled a little and I pulled her to my chest, where she buried her flaming face.

“She needed a minute.” My voice sounded like it was traveling over sandpaper when I gave the waitress the weak excuse for our compromising position. Dixie let out a snort that the cocktail server echoed.

“I bet she did. By the looks of you I bet she needed more than one.” Dixie let out a strangled laugh and pulled back. She shook her tangled pigtails out of her face and waved a hand in my general direction.

“I mean look at him. Can you blame me?” The blonde let her gaze roll over me and she gave Dixie a nod.