Page 67 of Macon

When I feel his cock strain and his legs muscle tighten, I know he’s close, so I pick up the pace.

Now we’re both chasing our orgasm. My fingers glide in and out in sync with my sucking, faster and faster.

Yes.

“Sin. Oh fuck. I’m…” Mac says, gripping the bed sheets.

I move him in and out, sucking as hard as I can and sending him over the edge. As he explodes into my mouth, I thumb my clit, coming all over my fingers.

“Christ!” Mac bellows.

I drop back onto the bed next to him, out of breath.

Mac turns on his side, looking down at me. He smiles. “Good morning to you too.”

I grin, wiping my face, not saying anything as I try to catch my breath.

Mac props his head up with his hand, watching me.

I tilt my head toward him, and we look at each other.

Mac lifts his hand to caress my face and moves my hair back. I lean into his touch.

“You good?” he asks softly.

I don’t know how I’m feeling, so I don’t answer. Instead, I simply smile.

Because I am okay, but I’m not. I want to find my sister.

“What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?” Mac asks, placing a kiss on my forehead. “Talk to me. I can see in your emerald eyes that something’s going on there.”

I smile.

Mac lays there watching and waiting.

I stare up at the ceiling and sigh. “I’m worried about my sister. I want to be happy, but it feels wrong,” I blurt out.

“Are you saying we feel wrong?” Mac jolts out.

I turn to him. “No, of course not. It just feels wrong that I am so happy when she’s out there somewhere.” I move to sit up. “It’s the not knowing that’s killing me.”

Mac grabs the sheet and moves to cover me up.

I’m sitting there butt-naked, pouring my feelings out to him, and he’s trying to cover me up. What the fuck?

I can tell he’s deep in thought, so I sit there.

Mac sits up, pulling the sheet with him and leaning against the headboard.

I give him a puzzled look.

When Mac peers over at me, he realizes I’m tripping out, and he says, “Sorry, I’m trying to listen, but you’re naked on display. I needed to cover us up, so I quit wanting to fuck you.” He runs his hands through his tousled hair. “Christ, that didn’t come out right. I’m trying to say that I needed to cover you up.”

I bust up laughing and fall back onto the bed, pulling the sheet with me.

Mac laughs. “What? I’m sorry. I can’t think straight with your goodies on display. My dick has a mind of his own.”

I laugh uncontrollably.

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