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“Why do you keep running?” I ask her.

She looks out at the ocean.

“To see if you’ll come.”

* * *

The Escalade’s parked at the end of the lot under a broken streetlight. Misha gets out when he sees us coming. He looks at me. He looks at her. He walks to the end of the pier and lights a cigarette and turns his back.

I put her in the back seat. I get in after her. I shut the door.

She’s on me before I’m all the way in.

She climbs into my lap in that gray hoodie and grabs my face in her sticky hands and kisses me. Hard. She tastes like powdered sugar and fried dough and the cold, and her mouth is hot, and her tongue’s in my mouth, and I’m so hard so fast it hurts.

She’s never come at me first.

I grab her ass in both hands. Through her leggings it’s soft and heavy and warm, and it spills over my fingers, and I squeeze so hard she gasps into my mouth. I yank the leggings down. I don’t take them off. I can’t wait that long. I drag them to her knees, and the cold air hits her bare ass, and she shivers on my lap, and I can feel the heat coming off her pussy through my slacks.

I unzip. My cock springs out and slaps against her belly under the hoodie. It’s throbbing. It’s so hard it hurts, so hard the skin feels tight, every vein standing up. She looks down at it between us and makes a little sound in her throat.

I grab her hips and lift her up.

She’s heavy. I love how heavy she is. All that thick, soft body in my hands, and I lift it anyway, and I can feel my arms burn with it, and I hold her right there above me.

I drag her pussy down along my cock.

Fuck.

She’s wet. Hot and swollen and slick, sliding down the length of me, her soft lips parting around my shaft. I feel her clit drag over the underside of my cock. I feel her heat everywhere she touches me. My balls draw up so tight I have to clench my jaw. She does it again herself, rolls her hips and slides up and down along me, slow, getting me wet, and her head falls back, and the hood falls off, and her braids spill everywhere.

I line the head up at her entrance.

I can feel her right there against the tip. Her opening, soft and hot and slick, clenching against me. Kissing me. My whole body goes still. I hold her there. I don’t let her come down. I just let her feel it. Let me feel it. That tight wet heat right there on the head of my cock, and every muscle in my body screaming to shove up into her.

“Sasha,” she whimpers. “Please.”

I pull her down.

Slow. I make it slow. I want every inch. The head pushes into her, and her pussy squeezes around it so tight I groan out loud, like something’s been ripped out of me. She’s so tight. She’s so fucking tight. Every time, it’s like the first time. She’s hot as fire inside, soft and slick and squeezing, and she stretches around me an inch at a time, gripping, pulsing, and I feel every ridge of her dragging over me as I pull her down.

She’s shaking in my hands. Her thighs are trembling on either side of mine. Her nails are digging into my shoulders through my jacket. She’s making this broken, wet sound against my mouth.

She sinks all the way down. Her ass hits my thighs. I’m buried in her to the root.

I can feel everything. Her heartbeat around my cock. Her soft belly pressed against my stomach under the hoodie. Her tits crushed on my chest. Her breath on my lips, sweet with sugar. The weight of her pinning me to the seat. My whole cock wrapped in her, squeezed so tight I can feel my pulse pounding against her walls.

I’m not gonna last.

I’ve never lasted with her. Not once.

“You ran,” I tell her. My voice is gravel.

“I know.”

“Again.”

“I know.”