Page 168 of Crazy for this Girl

Before she can change her mind, overthink what I’m about to do, I twirl her around and kiss her again.

Lifting her into my arms, I go to the nearest and most comfortable surface, the large circular chaise that I had delivered here and never sat in. Laynee’s fingers lace in my thick hair, squeezing me to her with her thighs and arms as if I’m going to drop her to the ground.

Being here before never felt the same without the woman now in my grasp at my side. But I never wanted to give this place up. It holds so much of everything that is me and Laynee. Our history, how we met, every summer together, every moment I stared at her as she smiled.

Breaking apart from her, I go down on my haunches and bring Laynee’s thin leggings down with me. I’m able to get one leg out, which is all I need before my ass falls to the plush cushions and I’m pulling her along over my body.

Straddling my torso, I haul her up to my face when her hand seizes around my jaw and she bends forward, lying her sweet mouth back to mine. Our lips are a gentle war of wills, delves of secrets and emotions that the other one wants to know.

Laynee’s scared.

I’m terrified.

The fact that I may have already lost her ringing so loudly in my ears and head that it’s similar to that siren of taunting and self-loathing that has lived in my head for years. It’s strong, unyielding and full of formidable trepidation.

I reach for the back of her thighs and heave her lower half to where she’s forced to break our kiss and surrender to me. Laynee moves with no question, allowing me to pull at her lace panties to the side as a small gasps escapes her lips.

“Cal…”

“Mhm?” I inhale her before my tongue immediately darts out to lick her clit because fuck waiting around. Fuck her trying to talk me out of it. Fuck the time that’s passed. Fuck everything that’s not her and I.

“Shit, Cal.” She tries to carp my name from those pretty lips but she just failed so awfully because it was mixed with lust and a whole lot of desire for more.

“Yes, Laynee,” I coo, slowly running the base of my tongue between her wet folds and seizing another sharp inhale from her lungs.

The taste of Laynee finally on my tongue, painfully pulsates my rock-hard cock as I pull her sensitive nub between my lips and begin to lick at her folds.

Massaging her ass, I make out with the thing I’ve been aching to get my mouth on for years. When I gave my second girlfriend in high school head for the first time, I imagined it was Laynee. I specifically made sure the girl I tongue-fucked was a blonde to make the fantasy more real.

Cue in asshole hashtag again for me being such a fuck up and so utterly in love with the woman now above me.

“You taste so fucking good,” I transmit through lapses of my mouth. “I’ve been waiting for this forever.” I feel her growing wetter against me and my dick painfully throbs in my boxers to just Hail Mary our being together and fuck her into this piece of furniture. “Geezus Christ, Laynee. This pussy is gonna kill me, baby.”

I hear her whimper at my words, my whole-hearted admission before shoving my tongue inside her pussy to where my girl begins to buck against my face.

I nip and brush, devouring her with every ounce of energy, dream, and thought of doing just this. Knowing I only have twenty minutes to drown myself in this moment, I amp up my game, thrusting two fingers inside her and moving my face to look up at her already gaping down at me.

And holy shit…she looks stunning.

Her chest heaving heavily as she rides my digits. That blonde hair that streams down her face as her blue eyes are set ablaze by what I’m doing to her.

“I know you’re mad at me,” I quip. “But I’m older now. I have control of my life. I’ll never leave you again. I can’t fucking believe how beautiful you still are, and how you haven’t changed. How tight your pussy is clenching around my fingers right now.”

She moans. “Cal…” My name is an imploring request. A want that is so desired she can barely hold on.

“Yes, baby?” Her lips part as she keeps her stare locked on mine. “Can I make you come?” She practically growls at me, lacing her fingers through my hair, then pulls. “I wanna hear you say it.”

“You’re trying to kill me again,” she chides with some anger to her tone. “I can’t survive you again.”

“Yes, you will. Because I’m not going anywhere.” I pin her down with my eyes, holding those beautiful crystal blues to my relentless stare. “I want you to tell me that you need me to make you come. That you want to suffocate me this pretty little—”

“Yes, jackass.” She yanks on me harder, demanding I hurry. “I can’t stand you sometimes.”

I smirk through my small victory. “I’ll be right back.”

Returning my mouth to her cunt, I fuck her hard with my fingers, sucking that pretty clit of hers more firmly and humming against the sensitive part of her skin.

She leans back, still giving me more of her sweet pussy but surprises the absolute hell out of me when her fingers brush against the zipper of my pants and up the length of my rigid length.

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