Page 78 of The Trouble with Runaway Brides

“It feels so good.”

“You feel good.”

“We need to get rid of your pants.”

I bring her back up, my lips crashing to hers. I’m not sure I can take her slowly, I want her so bad. I’m going to blow my load if I’m not careful.

Twisting our bodies, I trade places with her, lowering her onto the couch as I push the coffee table away and get on my knees in front of her, swinging her legs over my shoulders.

With the tip of my tongue, I stroke her from back to front. “I love the way you taste.”

She stares at me, her legs spread. I remember how self-conscious she was the first time I went down on her. But we were teenagers, unsure of what we were doing. This will be our first time together as adults and I plan to blow her fucking mind.

My eyes remain on hers as I fuck her with my tongue, teasing her entrance then alternating it with sucking her clit, twirling it with my tongue, and lightly biting the swollen bud. I bury my face between her thighs and slide my hand between her legs, thrusting one finger and then another inside her, finger fucking her while I suck on her clit.

She arches her back and moans. “Oh my god.”

She’s so close, so I bring my free hand to her tit and roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

“Pinch it,” she cries.

I do and she thrusts up, pressing her slick heat to my mouth. I take her over the edge, pinching her nipple harder as her hand lands on the back of my head to keep me between her legs while she grinds against my face. I scissor my fingers inside her as I suck and pinch, and Kenzie screams as her body goes tense. Her legs close around my head and I hold her down, arching my fingers inside her, giving her everything I have.

Her screams turn to sighs, then turn to her slowly sinking down and practically melting into the couch. “Holy shit, you are so good at that,” she says in a breathy voice.

“I just know how you like it, but that nipple thing? That new?”

She laughs. “Exploration. Found a new thing for myself.”

“I want to watch you explore yourself some time.”

She slides down and lies on the couch, swinging one leg over the couch and opening her arms. “First, I want you inside of me. I want to feel us together again.”

I can barely believe she’s lying here, asking for me. I want to take her like a caveman, claim her as mine, but I realize quickly that we have a problem.

“Shit!” I shout.

Kenzie’s eyes widen. “What?”

“I don’t have any condoms and I’m doubtful there’re any here.”

She bites her lip. “Do you trust me?”

“Why would you ask that? Of course.”

“I’m on the pill, but I never told Will. He’s always used a condom and he’s been my only partner for a long time.”

“Me too. I’ve always used a condom and I get checked regularly.”

“I hate thinking of you with someone,” she says, breaking eye contact with me.

I lie on top of her. “They meant nothing. They weren’t you.” I kiss her chin. “It’s always been you, Kenzie. Always.” I kiss one cheek, then the other one.

“I hate them.”

“I hate Will, so we’re even. Let’s stop talking about the past and start making new memories.”

The tip of my dick nudges her entrance and her back arches off the couch, her hands winding around my neck. “You’re right.”

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