cunt milks him, desperate for every drop.
At last he collapses on top of me. I’m so small, and he’s so heavy, but it feels right. So right. He kisses me, and I can taste myself on his lips. His tongue enters my mouth and scoops out my soul.
He groans. His cock is still inside me, like he can’t bear to separate himself from me. He gathers me in his arms and rolls so I’m settled on top of him. He’s still wrapped in my cunt, and our juices mix.
It’s perfect. I feel like a dirty girl filled with cum, and I want more.
More.
“I belong to you,” I whisper in his ear. I drift into asleep.
CHAPTER EIGHT
There’s something to be said for civilization, or what passes for it these days, shoveled walkways and road paths being some of it. Still, I slip on a patch of ice just outside the exchange and have to grab on to the rail to keep from falling flat on my butt. The rush of adrenaline is not enough to kill the glow of being fucked all night by a guy who wields a cock that could make a girl lose her mind. After the wounds from losing her virginity heal, that is. I’m exhausted. I’m also wonderfully glowy.
Inside, Mia is leaning against the counter. She looks like she’s just sucked on a lemon as she nods at the clock, then looks pointedly at me. She already has her coat on and her boots tied up.
My glow fades ever so slightly. “Am I late?”
“Yeah, like fifteen minutes.” She jams on her gloves. “Just because you’re young and cute doesn’t mean you can take advantage of other people.”
I squeeze past her and hang my coat on a hook. As I do, she wrinkles her nose.
“You were having sex with that man!”
Shock tingles my chest. “I was not.”
She gives another sniff, and I shrink back. “I can smell it. He’s all over you.”
My whole body blushes. I feel like a whore. I didn’t think you could smell sex on someone after they’d changed their clothes. Right as I was getting ready to leave, Axel got this look in his eye. He bent me over the arm of the couch, took my pants down, and played with my tits until I begged him to fuck me. Which he did. Just now, a drop of his cum drips out onto my fresh panties. Oh man. But I’ve had years of pretending to be normal.
“What I do in my own house is my business.”
“House?” She blinks. I’ve surprised her, apparently. “You don’t live in the apartments?”
I shake my head, but I’m confused. Why does she look upset about this?
“So.” The lemon face returns. “That criminal claimed you.”
I narrow my eyes. “He has a name. Axel. If it weren’t for him, you’d be feeding the cannibals right now.”
“You, playing all innocent back in Sadie’s Bend.” She snorts. “I wonder what Pastor North would say if he saw you now.”
I clench my hands into fists. “He was there when Axel claimed me in front of the whole congregation. So back off!”
She draws in a breath. Defeated? I think not. Probably preparing another line of attack.
“Store’s yours,” she says with a smirk, and she slides something into her pocket.
“Hey, is that a calculator?”
The corners of her lips curve. “It’s my calculator. Have fun.”
Mia sashays out the door like she knows she’s just ruined my day.
Well, she didn’t. I throw the long tan apron that’s supposed to protect my clothes over my head and tie the strings. I give my pits a sniff. Will everybody be able to tell what I’ve been doing?
I’m straightening a table of hats when the bell over the door jingles. My shoulders sag a little. It’s probably someone who’ll want something obvious, and I’ll have no idea what it is or where it’s kept. You know, I never was one of those girls who wanted to work someplace cool like H&M. I’m so completely unsuited to selling anything, let alone mauls, socks, and jerky.
“Hello!” a voice calls out.
I grimace. “Be right there.” I straighten the last of the hats and round the corner. A sick jolt of shock stops me dead in my
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