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“Need?”

“The way I used to need liquor.”

“You’re crazy.”

He reaches for the waistband of my underwear again, maintaining steady eye contact as his finger breaches the boundary and he moves slowly towards my mound.

“Please,” he says. “Give your man what he needs.”

I want to tell him “no”, but Ryder’s finger strokes my clit and instead of rejecting him, my body emits a loud moan. He smiles, keeping that mischievous eye contact alive as his sloppy wet finger moves in slow circles around my clit. My responses leave my control.

Ryder moves his fingers between my lower lips, moving towards my entrance and massaging the sides of my inner walls until my hand rests against his shoulder to steady myself. Once I touch Ryder’s shoulder through his t-shirt, I can feel the contours of his musculature and a jolt of pleasure surges through me, causing me to moan even louder.

I don’t have control anymore. Ryder’s fingers took it away from me and the way his glorious muscles support my weight only increases the intensity of my desire for Ryder’s body. I want his tongue. I thought I could resist the desire for him, but I can’t.

He makes me so damn hot. The warmth pulses between my legs and juices squirt out of me as his fingers keep moving all over my lower lips.

I haven’t had a single thought since Ryder’s fingers entered my panties. Using his other hand, he drags my panties off and I’m so busy trying to quiet my moans, that I don’t even stop him. Ryder throws my underwear to the side like I won’t be needing it back.

“I’ll get you a new thong,” he says with a low, deep voice. “I want to see your sexy brown ass in something white…”

Ryder grips my ass cheeks with firm lust. I never thought of my butt as particularly attractive, but Ryder’s face turns dark red as he grips my ass and spreads my cheeks apart, allowing juices from my pussy to get… everywhere.

Embarrassment nearly causes me to slip away from Ryder, but he clamps down his grip on me and pulls my lower lips to his face like he’s drinking soup from a bowl. His tongue spreads me apart and before I know what hit me, his tongue wraps around my clit and intense heat spreads through every inch of my body.

I nearly cum instantly. The build up of his slow, teasing touch helps push me to that point, but the soft, initial movement from Ryder’s tongue removes any possible control I might have had. He just feels so good. He knows exactly where to touch me with his tongue. Ryder sucks on my lower lips and then he starts to eat me out like he really doesn’t care that we’re in the emporium’s very public changing room.

I brace myself against his shoulders, my last shred of decency giving me the momentum to make a final effort at escape. Prepared for my squirming, Ryder just grips my butt harder and pushes his tongue deeper, forcing me to cum. The explosion of pleasure surprises me and I nearly lose my balance.

Ryder keeps sucking on my clit until my moaning fades out into soft shudders of breath. He licks my outer lips and gives my mound a kiss, like he’s saying goodbye. Ryder looks up at me from his position on his knees, looking very pleased with himself. I’ve never seen him looking so happy.

My emotions are all over the place. I feel good, but I’m covered in sweat with shaky legs and I don’t know what the hell Ryder wants from me next…

Chapter Thirty

STEEL

Her pussy tastes like sugar cookies and wet, warm flesh. Joslin has the most delicious folds, and I want to get my tongue deeper in them. Not to mention my dick. I am so damn hard that I nearly rip my jeans. I enjoyed Joslin’s sweet ass pussy so much that I won’t have time to break all my rules and thrust my dick between her legs.

I kiss the top of Joslin’s mound and stand up, taking a meaningful step back to stop myself from doing anything crazier. I look at Joslin’s naked body, excited to have her and finally mark her as mine, but patient enough to wait for our marriage to make love to her.

“I’ll go get you a thong,” I say to her, unable to pry my eyes away from her perky ass nipples. “You can try that dress on.”

“What about your outfit?”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“You need a suit,” she says. “If you can ride that bike wearing a suit.”

“I can ride the bike in my birthday suit.”

Joslin wrinkles her nose. “Please don’t.”

She turnsaround and bends over slightly to get the dress. I nearly cum in my pants from the vision of her small, heart shaped ass exposing her pussy and the splattered juices all over her thighs. Just from the look of Joslin’s naked body, I can tell she has a tight ass pussy.

I doubt my dick will last more than two goddamn minutes in a pussy like that. The more I hold back… the stronger my lust. I turn quickly on my heel and open the changing room door before walking towards those thongs to stop myself from breaking my promises to her. It’s not the only promise I’m breaking with this marriage. A long time ago, I promised my father I would marry someone white.

But if Hunter can have a black woman for a wife, I don’t see why I can’t have a woman who is black with a scoop of something extra. Or however being Filipino works. The thong I choose for Joslin is a stretchy, cream colored lace that matches the dress. The most important part is my desire to see that lace between her ass cheeks.

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