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    Fuck me . I groan internally and scrub my hands over my face. "Right here? Now?" Trust me, public sex is a major turn-on, but a bit more is at stake here. We haven't established anything yet; everything is up in the air.
    "I want it." Ah, the pout.
    With a shake of my head, I chuckle and tap her jaw. "Fine. Open up." She does, and I grip my cock, smearing the bead of arousal over her upper lip. "Lick that off." And she does it slowly, my naughty little baby. Placing my left hand on the wall right behind her, I brace myself and swiftly shove my cock down her throat. She gags a few times, to which I murmur sweet nothings about how good it feels. In the end, she relaxes completely and swallows. "Just. Like. That." Oh, my fucking God. My free hand goes to the back of her head before I begin to thrust deeply in and out of her hot little mouth. She soaks me in saliva and makes cute yummy noises, and I discover that she's a suckler. Because when I slowly pull out, she suckles the head of my cock as if she's desperate for my come to reach her taste buds. "Greedy," I moan, letting my head loll back. My hips push forward, and she swallows repeatedly before I pull back again.
    Threading my fingers through her silky hair, I control our movements and focus solely on my own pleasure. I savor, revel…feel how her tongue flicks, luscious tips tighten, throat constricts, and teeth graze. She's so eager to please, I note, a moan slipping out at that conclusion. Her posture also tells me she's giving me an honest chance; she's dived in head first. She trusts me. Had she not, her hands would be placed firmly on my thighs in case she'd need to push me away. But they're not there. Instead she uses those for my pleasure, too. One hand cups my balls, altering between caressing and massaging. The other slides up and down the backside of my thigh, nails scraping gently, teasingly , against my skin. That proves she's comfortable, as well. And it makes me shudder.
    "You like to suck cock, don’t you?" I ask quietly, my chin almost dropping to my chest. My brows are furrowed in concentration; there's no movement, expression, or sound I want to miss. I grit out a moan when she bobs her head in an eager little nod. A whisper of a smile plays on her mouth, but Daddy's thick cock is in the way. "God…look at you." I move my hand from the back of her head to her face. As I give a particular ly hard push into her mouth, my thumb ghosts over her wet bottom lip. She hollows out her cheeks and sucks me perfectly, and I trace the indentations with another finger. "Such a beautiful little cocksucker."
    In the background, I hear the ding of an elevator arriving.
    I don’t stop fucking Kayla's mouth.
    She doesn’t stop sucking me.
    "Good girl," I whisper down to her. As someone passes the nook we're in, I keep my gaze locked with Kayla's. It's an unbreakable bond. Eyes smoldering as my glistening cock keeps moving in and out of her. The gasp followed by the rapid clicking of heels we hear doesn’t faze us, either. We know it's not a wedding guest; fifteen floors take longer to search through than this. And we don’t give a shit about the rest. "I'll give you my come soon, baby." I keep whispering and caressing her face. My strokes slow down, yet I go deeper. The ridges of my erection look like shiny trails due to her saliva, and when her teeth graze over me, it feels too fucking good. Too fucking good, too fucking good.
    I close my eyes and clench my teeth together; my jaw tightens. "Now, Kayla," I moan. Speeding up, I fuck her perfect mouth faster and faster as the orgasm takes over. Down her throat, my cock pulses with each stream of come. One, two, three…and a fourth slinks down, each sucked out by the sensation of her throat muscles contracting around me. Shudders rip through my body—another moan here and there. And Kayla, the good girl that she is, licks me clean like a cute little kitten.
    The club… I can't wait to go back there