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When she pulls harder on my neck, my face lowers to hers, the grip she has on me tight everywhere.

“I can’t be another bad impression.”

Our foreheads touch as I breathe in her exhales.

“The impression you made erased scars before you even knew they existed.”

Her eyes sparkle brighter than the lit building behind her, so beautiful and trusting. Silently, I watch her as she leaves space for me to decide, until her voice comes out quiet, almost inaudible.

“Please, Jett. I think whatever you’re going to do, I may need it too.”

Following the length of her elbow, I reach behind my head, intertwining our fingers, giving them a comforting squeeze.

I pray that’s enough to remind her that I still care—that what’s between us means everything to me.

“On your knees,” I bark.

My perfect girl drops immediately. In nothing but my T-shirt, and I pray no fucking panties, her knees hit the cold concrete.

With hands by her side, she peers up at me for instruction through thick, semi-wet brown lashes, and my cock jumps at the sight.

“Get those perfect lips of yours nice and wet for me.”

Poking her tongue out of her mouth, she swipes it in a circle, glazing every inch of her plush lips.

“Pull my dick out, Sofia baby.”

Expecting some hesitation, I’m shocked when my jeans are at my ankles quicker than I could get the words out.

God, she’s so perfect.

“Tongue out,” I snap, shocking myself with the bass in my voice.

Opening wide, Fia’s tongue hangs, and she wiggles on her knees, an attempt at relief for both her comfort and something else.

I should feel bad, but I don’t.

Just when my mind shakes free from the spell it’s under to worry about the girl beneath me, a soft moan escapes her mouth, followed by a small drip of drool trickling down her chin.

“Fuck, look at you. Drooling for a taste of my cock, aren’t you?”

Remaining obedient, she doesn’t answer, just waits for me to feed her, and I do just that. Gripping the base of my length, I give a tight pull before slapping it onto her tongue.

“Suck,” I demand.

When her lips wrap around my tip, my vision goes black. Giving up her power, Fia coats my dick in her spit, fitting my length into her throat before returning to swirl her tongue in agonizing circles around my tip.

“Fuuuuck,” I growl, my pleasure making her whine.

Reaching into her perfect chestnut hair, I weave my fingers into her scalp, snatching her off my cock. She’s a fucking vision, her mouth puffy and red.

The early morning cool breeze rushes past us, and goosebumps prickle her skin as I keep her head in my hand.

“If it gets to be too much, tap my thigh.”

Nodding, my good dirty girl opens her mouth wide, her tongue out just like she’d previously had, but not before saying.

“Do your worst, Parker.”