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little tongue again."
    When she opened her mouth and stuck her little
tongue out, he tapped it with the tip of his cock. She closed her
mouth over it and sucked, eyes rolling near the back of her head.
Finally. Hard and smooth, he tasted of power, of leather and
thorns, of river, of nature, of male. She moaned, eyelids closed,
her mouth stretched around him, her tongue glided against his
hardness. She reached for his balls.
    Three quick slaps on her left cheek.
    Tap! Tap! Tap!
    Her jaw rattled.
    "You're a bad puppy."
    She nodded, bobbed her head faster. The only thing
on her mind was the cock in her mouth. The taste of him, the silky
skin that glided against her tongue and the tip of him that hit the
base of her throat. She took cues from the hand on the back of her
neck that guided her mouth.
    He bent at the knees and pulled her head to him. His
cock buried to the hilt. Throat relaxed, she still choked on him.
He was too deep inside. She gagged and swallowed, and gagged some
more. He used her mouth, fucked it fast, sometimes pausing to bury
it deep in her throat. Tears gathered in her eyes. Her stomach rose
higher with each trust.
    Footsteps sounded.
    Someone was coming.
    Shaye tried to pull away. Sir held her head to his
middle and fucked himself faster. "It's okay, keep going."
    She begged him with her eyes. Sniffing, whining,
crying against the onslaught. Dallas watched them.
    Her breasts perked out, her neck was dog-collared,
her pussy glistened, and she was on her knees sucking cock. Shame
gripped her chest. She closed her eyes, let the tears of shame
spill.
    Sir didn't stop, only grunted, "Bite down."
    She pulled back her lips and slid her teeth against
his hard skin.
    He slapped her. "Bite!"
    She bit gently near the tip of his cock, held, and
cried in the earnest.
    "Yes baby, that's good," he moved her head by the
grip in her hair. "Don't hold back, I like puppy teeth."
    She unlocked her jaw and closed her mouth,
sniffing.
    He pushed her shoulder.
    She knelt on her side.
    He stroked himself. "Open your mouth."
    When she obeyed, he sprayed his come on her face,
not a drop in her mouth.
    This puppy didn't get rewards. Tonight.
    Heaving breaths, Sir dressed then sat in the lounge
chair. Shaye knelt in the shallow of the riverbank and let the cold
stream pass by her while her thoughts jumbled in a mess of shame
and arousal. She wiped his come from her face only to bathe her
tits and stomach in it. She couldn't help it, she needed to have it
on her. Chin on her slumped shoulder, she whimpered, seldom pausing
to breathe deep.
    At her back, she could almost feel the weight of
Dallas’ surprise.
    "Take five then come sit with me,” Sir said.

 
     
     
FIVE

     
     
    Shaye inhaled a scent of the man and rubbed her face
on the hair on his chest. Eyelids peeled open, she stretched,
fingertips brushed the leather around her neck. Above them, thick
green roof fought the morning sun, stood guard against the blinding
yellow rays. She rubbed the sleepy haze out of her eyes. Last
night, on his lap, her nose buried in his neck, she fell asleep.
Small mercies. Because she wasn't ready to face Dallas, not after
Sir's cock fucked her mouth and came on her face. He didn't bother
to wipe her clean. He wasn't uncomfortable in his own skin in front
of people, in front of a man who, for all he knew, could've made a
huge scene out of it. Fuck it, his attitude said. It was the
attitude she wished for.
    She lifted her head. Pink bra and panties dried on a
rope above the duffle bags. Sir slept, his chest rose steadily
against her soft breasts. Her fingertips, like a mannequin’s,
played over his stubble and down to his Adam's apple, that edgy
protruding part of a man. Her lips touched his chest and she
inhaled again then trailed kisses up his neck. She rubbed the side
of her cheek on his jaw to feel the abrasions of his stubble. She
nipped.
    "Mmmm," he mumbled.
    "Good morning, Sir. Oh!"
    He flipped her over, her back to the mattress, his
hand