Page 117 of Gifts

The line goes dead.

I want to throw my phone. I want to scream. I want to kill that cock-sucking motherfucker with my own bare hands.

Instead, I stuff my phone in my pocket and go to a place I haven’t been in years.

Home.

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Keelie

My hair’s a mess of curls, sliding across his chiseled chest and abs as I make my way down his body, kissing and tasting every muscle I come into contact with. A body I’ve come to love as much as the man inside. A man who’s proved to be everything I need and want.

He loves me—despite me being me. I think I’m coming around, I’m definitely trying. Thanks to Asa, I think I’m less fucked up every day.

“You love my cock.”

I look up his beautiful body where he’s shoulders to the headboard and a smirk plays on his lips.

Without breaking eye contact, I raise a brow and fist the base of his rock-hard shaft. When I stick my tongue out to take a quick lick, I whisper, “Maybe.”

He loses the smirk and narrows his eyes. Then threading his fingers through my messy hair, he grabs a handful and fists. I feel the pull on my scalp as he keeps my head where he wants it. “You gonna tease me?”

I look down at the cock he thinks I love so much. Long and veined. He’s right—I do. I lean in to give it a chaste kiss and not only hear, but feel, his groan of protest.

When I look up, his eyes are intense. “If we’re gonna play, swing your ass around here, baby. You tease me—I get to tease you.” My eyes go big and his hold on my hair becomes tighter. “Now.”

Licking my lips, I press to my knees to scoot around. This is new. I’m not quite sure what he wants until his firm hold on the inside of my thigh stops me when I’m kneeling next to his chest.

He gives me a squeeze before his hand comes up to my ass and leans up to kiss me. “Now you can go to town on me, but I’m gonna play with you the whole time.”

I exhale and lift my hands to his face. “Asa.”

His smirk returns. “Get busy, baby.”

He leans back against the headboard, giving my ass a squeeze. The look on his face can only be described as a dare.

I move over his hips, taking aim at my target once again. But I barely get my hand around him when he grips my thigh. “Spread.”

I shift my weight to spread my legs and instantly feel his fingers.

“More, baby. And tip your ass for me.”

I lick the crown of his cock and do as I’m told. My breath catches when he fills me with three fingers. I was wet before, but now I’m drenched being bent over and spread for him.

And fuck me, he left the lamp on.

I wonder if he planned this.

I fist his cock and slide as much of him in my mouth as I can.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs, his middle fingers pumping me as his other swipes my clit. “Feeling you suck my cock, having you spread for me while I play with this sweet pussy? Never want it to end.”

I slide him out of my mouth and arch my back farther, needing his touch. When I wrap my lips around his tip to circle him with my tongue, I lose his hand for a slight second until I not only feel it, but hear it—skin hitting skin.

A spank—right where my ass and upper thighs meet.

My head jerks around and Asa is looking at his hand where he’s gone back to playing with me. When his eyes find my shocked ones, he lowers his voice. “Told you. You play, so do I.”

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