Page 112 of Bona Fide

“Wade,” she urges. “Stop teasing me, please.” I smile, peering up at her looking down at me with pure hunger in her eyes.

Leaning in, I lick her clit again while my eyes stay locked on hers. She bites her lower lip, watching me worship her like a congregation at mass.

Except I’m the devil wanting to bring her down with me into the dark pit of fervor just for us to do it all over again.

Her jaw starts to drop, her buildup impending as I quit the bullshit and practically make out with her pussy.

My name is a sharp intake of air as she descends, her hand pulls my head closer, demanding that I lick every ounce of her absolution from lack of us being together.

I straighten my spine to tower over her, holding on to her waist as I lean down to kiss her and let her taste what I’ve just relished in. Her hand strokes my hard cock as she caresses my tongue with hers before breaking off a moment later.

“That was amazing,” she quips through heavy eyelids.

"Now, promise me you'll come home soon."

She nods. “I will. I’m almost done with everything.”

“Good.” I press a kiss to her forehead before closing my eyes. “Because I need you, Indie.”

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