Chapter 23: Teach Me One More

Wayne didn't answer me with words.

He pulled me out of the spray and backed me against the tile wall of the wash stall.

He peeled my filthy shirt off over my head.

The water ran warm from the hose, and it fell on both of us.

"Boots," he said.

I stepped out of them.

He knelt in front of me on the wet concrete and worked my jeans down my legs with soot-black hands.

"You scared me to death today," he said against my stomach.

"I know," I said.

"Don't do it again."

"I'll try."

He kissed the point of my hip, and then he put his mouth on my pussy under the running water.

I gasped and grabbed his wet hair.

He licked me slow and deep while the hose splashed down over my shoulders.

The smell of smoke and clean water filled the stall.

I came apart faster than I ever had. I shuddered on his tongue and slid down the tile, and he caught me.

"Now you," I said. "Stand up."

He stood. I dropped onto my knees in the spray and unbuttoned his jeans.

His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and I took it in my mouth.

He let out a ragged breath and braced a hand on the wall above my head.

"Fuck," he said. "Daddy's girl."

I sucked him hard, my tongue working under the head, one hand cupping his balls.

I took him deeper than I had before, until my eyes watered and I felt him at the back of my throat.

"Look at me," he said hoarsely. "Look up at me."

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