Page 25 of Toxic Truth

Having her happy and relaxed was a better reward than any he’d received. If he could have kept her like this always, he would have. However, teasing her was his next favorite pastime. “Given your snickering, I take it you didn’t come close to death like I did?”

“Hell no.” She cupped his face, her thumbs stroking his cheeks, lids heavy. “I actually crossed over and came back. What’s your excuse?”

Trying to beat her at anything wouldn’t happen, and he didn’t mind. “Someone had to stay here to welcome you back.” He flexed his weary dick within her pussy.

She beamed and squeezed her cunt around him. “Good answer.”

He thought so. “Am I too heavy?”

“Not at all, but your arms are shaking something awful.”

They were, and he couldn’t stop them. “I’ll be good to go again in a few secs.”

“Awesome. One… Two… Three…”

She would count them. “Make that a minute or two.” He managed enough strength to lift one hand and cover her mouth. “No need to tick them off.”

“Agreed.” She licked his palm then kissed it.

Fuck, I like how you play.

His fatigue wasn’t as impressed, sleep tugging at his lids. “Maybe I should lie to your side.”

Once there, he admired her beauty—ripe boobs, lush hips, creamy skin unmarred by freckles or any imperfections, a curly bush slightly darker than her other hair, its color matching her sweet nipples. “Sleep with me?”

For some reason, he didn’t want to do so alone.

“Oh yeah.” She rested her palm on his chest.

He caressed her hip, his leg over hers. “Comfortable?”

“Uh-huh.”

Their breaths collided, and their eyes closed. Darkness and peace surrounded them.

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