Let's Make It Official

Hazel Moore has a one-track mind: make Codey Steele hers. She keeps coming back to the same guy, crashing her own damn car into the same brick wall. Tonight the loop breaks when Codey pushes his fat cock between her lips and starts counting out loud. One stroke for every time she said his name in the hallway. Two for every half-second fantasy in the quad. Hazel tastes sweat on her tongue and likes the way the numbers turn filthy in his mouth, so she swallows him deeper. He grabs fistfuls of hair and tells her she’s not going anywhere until the count hits triple digits. She nods like the perfect girlfriend and keeps count around the stretch of her throat. Every loud, wet choke earns her an extra kiss on her ruined mascara. By the time they hit eighty-nine, Hazel is grinning around the girth and wondering how many more times she’ll have to suck him to lock in permanent girlfriend status. The answer, of course, doesn’t need words—just a wet, greedy mouth that refuses to quit.