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“I watched you for the last six years be in a relationship where you weren’t a priority. You were barely an afterthought. He kept you around for his ego and nothing else. I need you to promise me something.”

“What?” I whisper.

“Promise me that you won’t settle for anything less than being the center of someone’s world. Ever. Because that’s what you deserve.”

CHAPTER 14

WOOD

Iwake up curled around her—like I have every morning this week. But today’s the first time I haven’t carefully unwrapped myself from Macy’s sleeping body in hopes she’ll never know it happened.

Today, I pull her tighter to me, her back at my chest, and nuzzle into her neck. She smells so good. Her hair, her skin. Before I think better of it, I kiss the spot just behind her ear, breathing her in.

She lets out a soft sigh and arches back against me, pressing her ass directly onto my hardening cock.

Then she wiggles.

Fuck.

She cuddles closer and squeezes her arms around mine at her waist. My erection is nestled perfectly between her ass cheeks. I hold her tighter to me in hopes that she’ll stop wiggling. Instead, Macy starts grinding her ass against me, at the same time sighing and letting out soft moans and whimpers.

Already my skin is heating, my breathing getting heavier, my dick and balls starting to throb.

It’s going to be like last night, when I almost blew a load in my pants from how much she turns me on.

I slip my hand down to her hip to try and hold her still and calm me down. But it has the opposite effect because her shirt has ridden up and she’s not wearing any panties. And now my hand is on her bare skin. So soft. So warm. And she’s still making all these sexy, breathy sounds as she moves against me.

I grip her hip bone, rubbing circles with my thumb into the fleshy side of her ass. She groans. She’s perfect.

So I slide my hand around and down between her legs, listening to her breathing pick up, feeling the pulse in her neck quickening.

Her pussy is soft, pliable. Warm and already wet when I dip a finger between her lips and rub her clit.

“Is this what you need, Mace?” I whisper against her neck. “You need to come for me again?”

She whimpers and thrusts her hips forward, grinding into my hand, then back against my cock.

A low growl vibrates in my chest, and I slink under the covers, roll her onto her back, and settle my face between her legs.

She’s delicious. Her pussy is the prettiest pale pink, and as I start licking, it gets darker. Swelling and opening up for me. The hood receding to reveal her hard little clit as I lick it over and over, finally distending enough for me to start sucking on it.

Macy sputters, crying out and then gasping, sitting up on her elbows and looking down at me, wide-eyed. “I thought I was dreaming.”

Shit. I sit up, out of breath, and wipe my chin with the back of my hand. “I didn’t realize you were asleep asleep. Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

“Thank fuck.” I go back down to feast on her perfect pussy, spread out for me like a gourmet meal.

I’m so hard, my cock throbbing. I palm myself over my boxer briefs. It’s barely enough pressure to relieve the ache. I imagine pulling it out and tugging on it. Stroking myself as I make her come and then asking her if I can come on her stomach or her tits or her pussy.

But I’m not going to do that.

I keep licking and sucking. I’m enjoying every second, taking little breaks to kiss her thighs and nibble her pussy lips between my teeth.

She’s moaning in earnest, and I love it.

My saliva and her juices drip down her pussy to her ass and I go down to lick it up. She whines when my tongue touches her puckered hole. She startled last night when my finger had grazed her asshole, but then she’d also bowed into it.

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