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  Her fingers kept inching closer and closer to my dick while I drove her back here. We left her car at the bar and she rode with me on the back of my bike, her warmth on my back and her breasts pressed against me. I was already hard just feeling her curves, but then those hands...

  My cherry is a naughty girl, and I fucking love it.

  Her nails gently scratched at the waistline of my jeans until the tips of her fingers were buried inside.

  “Cherry,” I admonished her as we pulled up to a red light. But all she did was lean forward, taking my lips with hers and moaning into my mouth.

  Fuck, my dick twitches thinking about how I wanted to take her right then and there.

  I slam her back against the wall of my foyer, kicking the front door shut behind me and struggling to get these fucking clothes off. I should get a damn medal for waiting until I got her home behind closed doors.

  Her lips press to mine, molding to my easy pressure as I slip my tongue into her hot mouth. She kisses me with a passion I’ve never had with anyone else as my hands roam her body.

  I grip her ass in my hands and pull her up to me, her legs wrapping around my hips like a good girl.

  Fuck, if I’d known how much she wanted me, I would’ve skipped the bar entirely. I pick her up and walk to my bedroom. No shame, and no fucks given. We’re both adults with needs, and I’m ready to strip her down and relieve all this sexual tension between us. My hand’s up her dress and caressing her smooth skin, while her nails dig into my shoulders and her other hand grips my hair.

  “Vinny,” she moans my name. I take the break in our kiss to graze my teeth down her neck and leave open-mouth kisses all along the exposed skin. As the front of my legs hit the bed frame, I throw her ass down on it and smile when she lets out a playful squeal.

  I’m quick to take off my shirt and then reach over for the light on the nightstand. I slowly unbuckle my jeans and look back at my sweet cherry on the bed.

  She’s looking all kinds of hot and bothered, and a little shy, too.

  She’s still wearing her dress although her heels are gone, lost somewhere between the foyer and the bedroom.

  “Take that off, Cherry,” I say beneath my breath, looking at her with obvious hunger in my eyes.

  She looks to the light switch and visibly swallows. “Can we turn the lights off?” she asks softly. Her confident energy is gone, and her insecurity is coming through. A part of me wants to give in and let her have whatever she wants, just grateful that a girl like Cherry wants to be with a man like me. But that’s not happening. I wanna see her.

  “No,” I shake my head, holding her gaze. Her expression falls slightly and I shove my pants down and stalk over to her, buck naked. The bed groans as I crawl closer to her, my dick hard and ready. “I wanna watch your face when you cum on my dick, Cary.”

  My dirty words make her mouth fall open into a beautiful “O.”

  “Off,” I give the command and she shimmies out of her dress and then hesitates to unclip her bra. But a cock of my brow has it coming off of her, leaving her in nothing but a skimpy pair of lace undies.

  And those have got to go, right fucking now. I lean forward enough to shove my thumbs through the lace and tear them off of her.

  I shouldn’t have done it, but she’ll forgive me. She gasps, but she doesn’t protest. Her breathing is coming in short pants and her pale pink nipples are pebbled. She’s fucking gorgeous.

  I toss them off the bed and grab her hips in my hands, angling her pretty little pussy and taking a languid lick.

  Fuck, she’s so sweet. Just like I knew my cherry would be. Her fingers spear through my hair and she pushes my face into her pussy. I smile into her tight cunt at how greedy she is. I take her clit in my mouth and suck, making her squirm under me.

  She needs more, and I know it. She’s trying so hard to get herself off. But she needs me. I massage my tongue on her throbbing clit and I’m rewarded by the sweet sounds of her moans spilling from her lips.

  I finally take my hand off her ass and shove two fingers into her pussy, stroking her G-spot and fucking her just like she needs.

  “Yes!” she cries out, rocking her pussy into my face. I pull away and pin her hips down, staring at her with a serious expression on my face.

  “You need to be a good girl, Cherry,” I say and she looks up at me, her breath ragged. “Stop moving your ass, and stay still for me.” I’m serious, too. I don’t mind her riding my face, but right now I want to be the one controlling her pleasure.

  “Yes, sir,” she says back breathlessly, and it nearly floors me. Fuck yes. My dick’s leaking precum, and I need to get her off quick so I can get inside.

  I dive back between her legs and ravage her pussy like a starving man.

  Her fingernails scrape along my scalp, but she’s holding still for me, even as her back bows with pleasure. Good girl.

  I suck her clit and push my fingers in, pumping in and out until her thighs are squeezing around my head. I move my face away, licking my lips and looking up her body to find her heated gaze.

  “Cum for me, Cherry,” I whisper the command, pressing my thumb down on her clit and she ignites under me. Her head falls back as she lets out a strangled cry and then moans my name. She’s the most beautiful sight I’ve even seen. Her thighs are still trembling as I push her legs farther apart so I can fit my hips in between and line my dick up.

  I slam into her before she has a chance to come down from her high, and her back arches from the intensity.

  I groan in the crook of her neck, completely buried to the hilt and let her adjust to my size. She’s so tight. She’s soaking wet for me, but she’s so fucking tight.

  “Vinny,” she moans my name again, and the soft sound spurs me to move. I grip her hips and thrust my own in a rhythmic pace, watching the looks of pleasure play across her gorgeous face.

  The dim light in the room makes her soft features look even more beautiful.

  “Look at me, Cherry,” I whisper as I pick up my relentless pace, nearly out of breath.

  She stares back at me, eyes half-lidded and her gorgeous lips parted. “I wanna watch when you cum this time.”

  She nods her head although she doesn’t say anything. She looks like she’s lost in pleasure and on edge, and I’m ready to push her over a second time.

  I pound into her tight cunt over and over. The bed groans with each thrust and the harder I fuck her, the harder the bed hits the wall. But it only fuels me to take her further, to push her limit higher. I lean forward, nipping her lips and staring into her lust-filled eyes.

  My spine tingles, and my toes curl.

  Fuck, my balls draw up and I know it’s coming. I hold my breath as I fuck her harder and faster. Mercilessly pounding into her and desperate for her to find her release with me.

  Her neck arches and her fingers dig into me, but she never stops looking at me. She’s so perfect. Finally, her mouth opens and I hammer into her just two more times and her tight walls are spasming on my dick.

  The feel and sounds of her own release push mine over the edge. My body ignites with pleasure, tingling over every inch of skin as I fill her tight walls with my cum in thick, hot bursts. Waves of heated and numbing pleasure crash through my body as she trembles beneath me, shaking from the intensity of her own release.

  I lean forward and kiss her sweetly. She moans into the hot air, holding me close to her, and everything in that moment feels right. It settles something deep inside of me, and when I pull away, it’s still there.

  I don’t know what it is, and I try to shake the unfamiliar feeling as I walk to the bathroom and clean myself off before grabbing a washcloth for her.

  She’s still lying curled on her side in the bed, looking absolutely beautiful and vulnerable with her eyes closed as I wipe up her thighs.

  She lets out a small satisfied sound as I clean her up and pull the covers around her. But that action seems to break whatever sensual spell she was under. She sits up with her e
yes wide open and looks around the room the second I get off the bed.

  She’s looking for her clothes. She’s already leaving? Damn, that’s a first. I try to ignore the feeling in the pit of my stomach.

  I walk to the bathroom and toss the cloth in the hamper as she starts gathering her clothing.

  “You wanna stay?” I offer. I want her to. I wanna have access to that sweet body all night and wear her ass out.

  The thought reminds me that she’s working tomorrow. Shit.

  Fucking her was a beautiful distraction, but the reality is slowly creeping back in.

  “I’ll make you pancakes in the morning. Give you a little sausage, too?” I try to make light of it, but I’m already feeling the high wearing off. I wanna just rewind, back to when it was just us enjoying the feel of each other.

  “That thing is anything but little,” she says comically, looking back up at me as she tosses her torn underwear into the trashcan by the desk.

  A grin slips across my face. It’s almost like tomorrow doesn’t exist. Like what I have planned isn’t important at all. But it is. It’s life changing. Not just for me, but for those kids.

  “So you staying over?” I ask her again. I want her here. I need to keep an eye on her, and I don’t like the idea of not having control of that aspect tomorrow.

  “I can’t. I need to wake up early.”

  “For work?”

  “Yeah,” she answers. Fuck. I don’t want her to go in. It would be so much easier if she wouldn’t.

  “I don’t think you should.” I try to say it teasingly.

  “I don’t think you should tell me what to do,” she says with a smartass tone while slipping her heels back on. Her snappy response makes me walk straight to her and grab that ass of hers, pulling her over to the bed. She gasps as I toss her body down and I cage her in, her small body trapped under mine.

  “And what if I want to?” I ask her, staring into those baby blues.

  She’s breathless and her eyes are heated with desire, but she pulls away. Damn. This time I let her go.

  “Sorry, Vinny. I’ve gotta work tomorrow.” She slips out from under my arms, and I groan in disappointment. My dick is so fucking hard again already.

  “You gonna leave me like this?” I ask her, gesturing to my obvious hard-on with a grin. “Come on Cherry, I didn’t think you’d do me like that.”

  She gives me a wide smile and leans in, putting her knee on the bed and planting a kiss on my lips.

  “Maybe tomorrow?” she asks, vulnerability shining in her eyes. “Late tomorrow night?” She kisses me one more time. “I get off, and then you get off?” she asks, looking straight at my dick.

  Fuck, I want that. So damn bad. But tomorrow night… she might know. There’s no way she’s not gonna recognize my voice. I gotta figure this shit out.

  “You alright?” she asks with concern obviously written on her face and laced in her voice. I realize then that my expression has turned.

  “Yeah, yeah Cherry.” I give her a small, chaste kiss, my hand cupping the back of her head. “I’ll take you back and see you tomorrow night.”

  Chapter 6

  Cary Ann

  Ever since I grabbed the duffel bag, my heart’s been beating out of my chest. I have that ready, along with the tape with the evidence on it. I already wrapped and addressed the tape so all I need to do is mail it, and the video footage has been stopped. I removed that tape altogether and got rid of it, so they’ll have no idea it was me. There’s nothing stopping me from opening up every register with my PIN number and emptying out the drawers. There aren’t even any more shoppers left. For the last twenty minutes this place has been dead. I’m waiting until we're closed though, just in case.

  Being open on Christmas Eve is a fucking stupid thing to do in a small town. Everyone’s done their shopping and they're either at the annual parade, or hunkering down and telling their kids Christmas stories as they try to settle them down for bed.

  If I wasn’t planning on using this situation to my advantage, I’d be pissed that I had to work.

  But here I am, prepared to right a wrong and steal this money back. I click the button on my phone and see it’s eight. Closing time.

  I’m staring at the two cars in the parking lot that aren’t mine. They need to leave and get out of here so I can do this and get it over with. I don’t know why they’re here. Nothing else is open on this strip, and the owners don’t seem to be coming in. My palms are sweaty, and my heart’s racing. I just want this to be over with. I’m sick to my stomach over it.

  I tear my eyes away from the parking lot. I just need to stay calm and do everything with ease.

  I close my eyes and take a deep breath, calming myself.

  But then my eyes snap open and my heart sputters faster in my chest. Someone’s come in. Fucking hell. My nerves can’t take this.

  I slowly turn, expecting to find Mr. Morose there, ready to thwart my plans because that would be just my luck, but instead it’s worse. I’m frozen in place. Fuck. My heart slams against my chest so hard it hurts.

  Much worse.

  I should scream, but my lungs are paralyzed in my chest, and my legs are shaking. I grip the counter to stay upright as two men in black ski masks walk through the door and the second one locks it behind him.

  Oh my God.

  I shake my head in disbelief, every ounce of strength replaced with fear. My legs feel weak, and my body feels freezing cold.

  “Stay,” the first man commands, and some small part of me notes his very deep voice. They each have a gun in their hands, but neither are pointed at me. They have on gloves and masks and all black clothing. Oh shit. No! This can’t be happening to me!

  My eyes dart to the parking lot as I take in a shaky breath. Both cars are still there. Fuck. I bet they belong to them.

  I shake my head, wanting this to all be make-believe.

  “It’s gonna be alright. You just need to listen and do what we say, and this will all be over with as soon as possible,” the man on my left says calmly. His voice is lighter, and sounds more southern.

  With the ski masks on all I can see are his deep chocolate eyes. Both men are tall, with broad shoulders. The one on the left is heavier than the other. Internally I start to track all the features that can be used to track these assholes down. I stand a little straighter, feeling my determination come back to me.

  I’m not letting them get away with this.

  The man on my right slaps a large black backpack on the counter as the man on the left says, “Just put the money in the bag and we’ll leave.” I stare at the black backpack, feeling the anger rise in my body as my hands ball into fists.

  This money was supposed to be for the orphanage. I seethe in a breath through my clenched teeth and shake my head.

  “No?” the man to my left says incredulously. He moves the gun from one hand to the other, and while it’s still not pointed in my direction, it does the job of instilling fear in me. My heart thump, thump, thumps.

  “Look sweetie, it’s real easy. You just empty the cash out of each of the registers, or we will.”

  I shake my head again, feeling tears prick my eyes. The man on the right is stock-still, just staring at me with his pale blue eyes. “I won’t give you my PIN,” I say in a cracked voice.

  This is stupid. It really is. But I can’t let them do this.

  I can’t let yet another person steal from these kids. It belongs to them, damn it! They need it. Not these assholes who thought they’d rob a store on Christmas Eve.

  The thought makes me even angrier, and I almost lose my shit. But the man on my right walks closer.

  “This doesn’t have to be a fight,” he says beneath his breath. So low, but he sounds so familiar. He looks to his partner and adds, “We don’t wanna hurt you.”

  Tears leak from the corners of my eyes, rolling down to my cheeks and I angrily brush them away.

  “Besides, we’ve got the key,” the man on my left says
confidently as he holds up the manager's key. What the fuck? My face scrunches up in a mix of sickness and irritation.

  They don’t even need my PIN. Shit, I’m going to have to physically keep them away, and that simply isn’t going to happen. But I still have to try.

  I shake my head and outright refuse. “No,” I say with a strength I hardly feel. “I won’t let you.” I close my eyes and try to summon the courage to continue fighting them.

  When I open my eyes, I instinctively take a step back, the small of my back butting against the counter and forcing a small scream from my lips.

  Oh fuck, he’s pointing the gun right at me, and my heart stops entirely. His chocolate brown eyes stare back at me, daring me to resist further. I put both of my hands up as fear grips me. I don’t wanna die. I take in a shaky breath.

  “Don’t you fucking point your gun at her!” the man on my right snaps. My heart stills, and my hands slowly drop. I do recognize his voice. I shake my head, not wanting to believe it.

  But the second he looks back at me, I know it’s him.

  “Vinny?” I whisper.

  Chapter 7

  Vinny

  It’s a fake gun, but Toni’s scaring the shit out of my sweet cherry. I’m gonna beat the shit out of him.

  I’m gonna spank Cherry’s ass, too. Money isn’t worth putting herself in danger. What the hell is she doing?

  I was starting to feel like everything would be fine. We’d just have her step aside, grab the money and get the fuck out.

  Easy peasy. I’ve got the two junkers out front to throw her off, and the cops too once they get here. They can’t be traced to anyone, and everything would’ve been fine.

  Shit, I was looking forward to consoling her tonight.

  I know my cherry’s strong, and she’s wanting to do the right thing. But she shouldn’t be risking her life like this.

  My heart beats faster as she shakes her head no again. She’s terrified, and all I wanna do is pull her into my arms and calm her down. I wanna let her in on what’s going on. But she’s not going to understand. She might not even believe me if I told her the truth.