Page 310 of On A Manhunt: Complete Series

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Georgia.

Holy fuck.

I’d been crazy for her since the airport.

Since I saw her bra and that vibrator. Since she smiled at me.

Since I saw her curves. Then she moved into the little apartment and was the organizer of the fundraiser.

Everything she did seemed to push my buttons, to drive me a little more insane with every fucking smile.

What was it about her and those smiles? It was like a superpower.

A weapon to get anyone to do whatever she wanted.

I thought getting her here, my hands and mouth on her, I’d tame her. Soothe this need I had to get her to bend and submit.

It did the opposite. She was insatiable. Gorgeous. Wild. And once she got over her hang-ups and shyness, she rode my face like she was trying for the Triple Crown. She became untamed.

It was really fucking hard focusing all my attention on her needs when she had my dick in her mouth. I wanted to figure out if she liked her clit licked on the left or the right the best. If circling made her pant. If a flick made her drip.

I couldn’t think of any of that. Hell, I couldn’t think at all because the suction of her mouth was like the sweetest, wettest vacuum. She was fucking good.

I knew she had to come first. That wasn’t something I had to remember.

Georgia always came first. But she sure as hell tested that because my balls had been tight, my spine tingling with the need to come.

I held back, held back, held the fuck back until she was writhing and moaning around my dick as she came.

Only when she dripped on my face did I let go, shooting my load. Her greedy mouth swallowed every drop I pumped down her throat.

I couldn’t see. My ears rang. My fingers were numb. Did I have toes? And being smothered by pussy with my dick in her mouth would be an amazing way to go. Hands down.

Holy shit. It was the best sex I ever had, and we didn’t even have sex.

I thought I was in control of every situation. But this? I might have told her what to do and she submitted beautifully, but I was in big fucking trouble here. One taste of those tits, that pussy and I was hooked. The way she moaned and screamed my name? I was screwed.

Theo said to sleep with her once and get her out of my system. Get my dick wet. Empty my balls. Whatever.

But this? It wasn’t a one-time thing. No way. I was addicted.

So it was my new mission to get her naked and make her mine as often as I could before she left. Send her on her way back to Georgia with a sore pussy, a satisfied smile on her face, and hopefully a big fuck you to her ex.