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I reveled in the knowledge as he fucked my ass with his finger, pushing his big dick inside my pussy in time with his ministrations. His other hand dug into my hip, holding onto me, grounding me to reality.

I moaned and panted, and I felt him everywhere. It was all I could do.

Clutching the sheets as I tried to keep myself tied to the earth, but it was impossible. What David was doing, well, it was otherworldly. He was catapulting me into the stratosphere, and I loved every second of it.

“You’re so perfect, Jan Baby. Your body was made for me,” he growled.

My cunt tightened, moisture dripping down my thighs, and David let go of my hip to reach between my legs, stroking my clit.

Fuck. Me.

I was in sensory overload.

David made me feel so sexy, so desired, and so damn good.

It was difficult to remember any of my trepidations, what with him making love to me so ferociously. He was so hot. So damn good at this.

My heart was so full of him. I didn’t want him to go. Didn’t want to deny the feelings I had any longer.

So why should I even bother?

“David,” I called his name, seconds from coming.

“Let go, Pretty Girl. Let go, and let me in,” he grunted.

And I did. And it was glorious.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE-BUCK

Day of the Block Party

Excitement buzzed in the air, or maybe that was just the way I felt after last night.

I hadn’t intended to hunt Jan down at her apartment, but I couldn’t leave her alone. Need and desire ran me hard, and I hated to admit I was half-scared she would turn me away.

But she hadn’t.

Still, I didn’t spend the night. I was going to give her at least some space and time. Time to think about what I was truly asking of her. Which was everything.

The word half-assed was not in my vocabulary. Not when it came to Jan.

Nervousness had me gritting my teeth, tightening my jaw, and clenching my fists.

“Dude, relax,” Sonny said as he walked into the store.

“Wow, the place looks great!”

Delani beamed at both sides of the shop, and I smiled and nodded. I had to agree. It did look good.

Jan’s side was more earthy and feminine, but after tasting some of her samples previously, I knew her jams and jellies weren’t just sweet. They were fucking awesome.

She offered something different. Something that appealed to both men and women, anyone with a finer palate.

“Where’s Jan?” I asked, unable to help myself.

“I’m here,” the object of all my affection came running inside the store, a smile on her beautiful face.

“Jan,” I said, rounding the counter to reach her.

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