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I’m still guiding her mouth, but I guess she thinks the faster she can make me come, the sooner I’ll let her leave, because she bobs her head faster, swirling her tongue, sucking at my cock so hard it hurts.

Fuck…it hurts so fucking good.

I bite my bottom lip so I won’t start groaning, but I can’t help the small sounds that slip out as her mouth fills up with warm saliva and my cock becomes more sensitive to her touch.

“Fuck,” I grate. “That’s it, my pretty whore. Suck it like you need the money. We both know you do.”

My eyes squeeze shut as I fight back the urge to empty into her mouth, holding off to enjoy this fucking ecstasy just a little longer. When she grabs the base of my cock and squeezes, I’m forced to look down.

Light glitters in the tears trapped in her lashes.

“Fuck.” It’s the only word I can manage. My chest is too tight, my legs shaking. “Fuck!”

Her other hand comes up to cup my balls. She massages them, and despite the diamonds in her eyelashes, there’s a palpable wrath to the way she bobs her head, the way she glares up at me.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” My head falls back, but I’m fighting my orgasm as much as I’m fighting to stay lucid.

This went way further than I thought it did, but it’s way too late to reel it in.

It’s abandoned in this section of the library, but someone could walk past any second. I don’t know what the punishment for sucking dick in the open would be, but I’m pretty sure it won’t just be suspension.

My hips pump up, Haven making the most exquisite wet, gagging sound every time my cock hits the back of her throat. I’m winning against my climax, drawing it out, lavishing this moment I know I’ll regret, but one I’m already looking forward to letting live rent-free in my head for the rest of my life.

Until she slides her thumb down and presses it against my fucking asshole.

This time I’m the one caught between shock and horror, my breath hitching in my throat.

Is she…smiling?

I jerk my hips back, pulling my cock out of her mouth. “What the fuck?”

She grabs my cock, sticks her thumb in her mouth, and then darts forward, swallowing me so hard and fast that I moan in sheer bliss, like some chick in an amateur porn video.

Her thumb goes straight for my hole, but before she can sodomize me, I slam my cock down the back of her throat and offload.

Her eyes widen in panic as she pushes my thighs, trying to get air down her throat through the strings of cum.

But I just keep emptying inside her, grinding against her mouth so every inch of my cock is filling her.

I’m sure if I hadn’t pulled out at that second, she’d have tried to bite my dick off, because teeth scrape me as I retreat.

My last spurt of cum hits her lips as she falls back to gasp for air. I shove her away from me with my foot, but even if I wanted to hurt her, my legs are too weak.

She hits the floor and is up a second later, snatching her phone and book off the table as she prepares to run, her face blotchy with tears, shame, and cum.

I let her take her phone. But I slam my hand down on The Lucifer Effect and she throws me a quick, furious glare before deciding it’s not worth it and hightailing it out of the library.

Shoving my dick back in my pants, I slump on the bench as I try to catch my breath.

Either the painkillers finally kicked in, or Haven gives magical head, because my hangover…is gone.

Guess all the practice she’s had the past three years have paid off.

Chapter 13

Haven

I glare at my reflection in my car’s rearview mirror. It would be easy to blame the weather—every day the clouds are denser, darker—but I look like a ghost because that’s how I fucking feel.