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“I should have you hold that mirror and smack your ass for not allowing me the chance to watch this body change,” I whisper against her ear. “You are so fucking gorgeous, mami.” She moans softly as I cup her heavy breasts. “I want to devour these tits, suck them, squeeze them.” I do as I say, and I’m rewarded with a low groan. “Do you know what you do to me?”

Her eyes meet mine, and she shakes her head. Apprehension swirls in her depths, and I hate it. She has nothing to be worried about. I’d never allow anyone to hurt her. Not even me. “Maybe we should just go eat.” Her voice is trembling with want, and all it does is make me harder.

I scoff. “Oh, mi sol, I plan on eating, all right.”

I capture her panties in one hand and yank them to the side before tracing her folds with my fingers. She cries out, bucking against my hand as I watch in amazement. I press my lips to her ear, inhaling her sweet scent. “I love your pretty pussy,” I say as I watch my fingers move along her glistening center. She’s not as trimmed as she was, but I don’t care. I love seeing her desire on her dark curls. I slip my finger between her folds, and we both groan at how wet and wanton she is. “For six months, I’d dream of this pussy, how it looked taking my fingers, my mouth, my cock,” I tell her, and I love how wild her eyes are. I slide my fingers through her folds and enter her with ease. Her eyes fall shut, her chest rising and falling as I finger-fuck her once, then twice, before nipping at her ear. “Want me to stop?”

She groans. “Don’t you even fucking think about it.”

“I thought you were hungry.”

“I am, but more so for this.”

“Mm, are you going to choke on my cock?”

“Alex, please,” she moans, coming up on her toes, and I grin.

“Patience,” I mutter against her ear. She cries out as I make my way up to her clit. “I’d fuck my hand as I imagined taking this pussy in all the ways I love to.” I move my fingers faster, her moans music to my ears as I kiss her ear. “I could hear your cries as if you were right there, taking my cock. I could feel you come undone and milk my cock over and over.” She cries out, bucking against my hand as I swirl my finger over her clit. “But fucking hell, Elliot, nothing can compare to the real thing in my arms.”

“Alex…oh, oh. Oh.”

“Come, mi sol.” I quicken my pace, unable to keep from rubbing myself against her thick ass. “I want you to come. I want to hear my name on your lips, and I want you to tell me who owns this fucking pristine pussy.”

“Alex!” she screams as she shatters, her body bucking against mine as I press her clit, making the pleasure last. “God, fucking hell, yesssss.”

Her whole body trembles, and I’m in awe. “Mm, yes, mami,” I say as I let her go, and then I step around to her front. She’s panting, her eyes dark and wild as she watches me. I drop to my knees in front of her, and her eyes widen.

I capture her thick ass in my hands, squeezing her sweet globes, but before I can lean in to taste what I so desperately want, she asks, “What are you doing?”

“Cleaning up the mess we made.”

CHAPTER 15

Elliot

I spent the night and morning going over that exchange with Alex. I went back and forth about what I would say. I had a plan. I couldn’t sleep. I am scared out of my mind and even a little bit sad.

Terrified, because I want to follow my heart.

Miserable, because I’ve already hurt him twice, when that’s the last thing I want to do.

I want to follow my heart, but I can’t. I want to give myself to him, but the insecurities I have are overriding my desires. I know the best thing is to raise our child as friends and let it be. But my stupid heart wants to romanticize us being a family. Loving not only our child but each other. Opening myself up to him, though, wouldn’t end well for me.

Not when I’ve already done so wrong by him.

But then he kissed me.

Like, really kissed me.

As if I hadn’t pushed him away and hidden his child from him.

As if I’m the only person he wants to kiss.

And I let him.

I fell into that kiss because I’ve missed his lips, because I’ve missed the feel of him against my body and how kissing him centers me. Even when I feel like I’m spiraling out of control, his lips anchor me. I love the feel of him, the taste of him, and I want to drown myself in all the feelings he wants me to feel. I shouldn’t want this. I should stop him, but…I don’t want to.

I want this.

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