Free On Every Street by Karina Halle Page B

in two and could never be put back together. It was an out of body experience, and when I came back to reality, when I realized I was still whole and still me, tears leaked from the corners of my eyes. Everything felt unleashed.
    I lay there for a few moment s, sand all over my hair, until I saw Javier poke his head up, getting to his feet.
    “Take your time, angel,” he said, looming over me. “I’ve never heard such purity before.”
    I felt anything but pure. I raised my brows, questioning him, out of breath and words.
    “The sounds you make as you come,” he explained, voice low and guttural. “Better than any symphony.”
    I swallowed the lump in my throat then quickly sat up, realizing how exposed I was. My head spun and sand scattered everywhere as I fastened my pants and pulled up my tube top. He moved over and suddenly I was face to face with his crotch. I could see his erection straining against his jeans. I was going to have to do something about that, wasn’t I?
    With newfound boldness, I put my hand on him, feeling how hard he was beneath my fingers. It’s not like I had a lot to compare to, but size-wise he seemed more than adequate.
    He groaned softly and gripped the back of my head, driving grains of sand in further.
    “Careful, now. You’ll make me come before I’m ready, and then you’ll only create a mess that you’d have to lick up.”
    I quickly removed my hand, but he grabbed it with his free one and placed my fingers on his belt buckle.
    “Unbuckle me,” he whispered, keeping his hand in my hair, making a new fist in it. “Take me out into your hands.”
    With shaking fingers, the adrenaline of the orgasm still running through me, I did as he said. I undid the button, unzipped the fly , and was taken by surprise to see he was going commando. I reached in and took his thick, hard length out, holding it in my hands, feeling its heavy weight, the smooth skin. The head was shiny with pre-cum, waiting for my mouth.
    “Lick the tip,” he said. “Slowly. Only your tongue.”
    I licked it, tasting the salt from the slit. He moaned. “Yes,” he hissed through his teeth. “Now use your beautiful lips.”
    I placed my lips around the purple head and then slowly slid them down, making sure it was as wet as possible. I felt his veins underneath my lips as I took him all in, as far as he could go.
    The fist in my hair tightened and he yanked it slightly. I let out a small cry of pain but he ignored it. “Now, make a tight circle with your hand and squeeze me, like an extension of your sweet, sweet mouth.”
    I complied, and as I worked away at him, my confidence built up. I could hear how turned on he was from his groaning and grunts, the way he told me he loved fucking my warm mouth. Finally, just when I was certain he was about to come, he yanked my head back and ordered me to lie back on the sand.
    “And lift up your shirt,” he commanded, getting down on his knees between my legs.
    He started stroking himself, his hand going faster and faster, his grunts louder and shorter.
    “Keep looking at me while I stain you,” he grunted through his clenched jaw.
    I did, watching his gleaming eyes go from wild with lust to pinched with pleasure as he spasmed. His load shot out of him in hot spurts, streaming onto my stomach and tits. I was enthralled and embarrassed at the same time. The one thing I wasn’t, which surprised me, was humiliated. I didn’t feel defiled, just possessed, like he really was marking me as his. And at that moment, drunk on wine and lust, the beach at my back, his seed still hot on my skin, I didn’t mind being Javier’s.
    In fact, I kind of loved it.
    He collapsed on the sand beside me, breathing laboriously for a few moments. Then he took a handkerchief out of his jacket pocket and very tenderly, wiped it all off of me. From the gentle look in his eyes, you would have thought he was applying a band-aid on a child instead of mopping up his own cum.
    “We’ll get us