Page 28 of For Puck's Sake

“Luna, baby, we talked about this.”

I shut him up by pressing my lips to his. The kiss is soft and apologetic, ending too quickly. “I know.” I sigh. “We were together for so long, Ridley. Believe me when I say that every night I closed my eyes were to memories of us. Every glorious one. You’ve done nothing but love me, cherish me, give me all of you. It wasn’t always perfect, but not once did we ever face a situation that warranted me leaving without looking back. You wanted to protect my heart, but I didn’t protect yours. For that, I am sorry.” I hang my head, feeling worn out from this last bit of truth I had yet to spill. My soul feels freer, and I can breathe easier now it’s all out of me.

Ridley rubs his hands up and down my thighs, pulling me closer until I’m sitting directly on his rock-hard erection. Electric pulses of need pool low in my belly. I bite back a moan as my need for him hits me so hard my head spins.

“All in the past, Angel. We’re starting over, right?” he asks as he leans in and nips the spot between my neck and collar bone.

I nod deliriously, melting into his body further. Ridley’s nose skims up the side of my neck, catching my earlobe between his lips, pulling and sucking. “Thank you for sharing your feelings with me, Luna. For opening up. But let me reassure you.” He peppers kisses down the side of my face, making me gasp in pleasure until he reaches my lips and hovers there, inches apart.

“I spent every day and night wanting nothing but you. I didn’t handle being without you well. None of those other women mattered to me. I was trying to fill a hole I could never fill. You encompass my heart. The void I felt without you, baby, I don’t ever want to feel that empty again.” He reaches for my hand and places it over his rapidly beating heart. “You are who I want. Who I need. Who I desire. No one else compares. So,no more apologies, Angel. This is us starting anew. Let all those memories of us in the past fill you with hope that we have so much more to come. When we are separated, let them ground you, because even though we will be far apart at times, we are both underneath the same moon, the same moon you sing to is the same one I will be gazing up to knowing you are out there, and mine. There is nowhere I can’t reach you, Luna. I love you, that is all that matters.” He kisses me then and I open for him willingly. He groans in what feels like relief and the kiss turns desperate and needy. Tongues and teeth clash, frantic hands, and fire-laced touches.

I break the kiss, breathless and panting. I press my forehead against his as his hands wander up and underneath my dress.

“I need you, Ridley,” I say softly.

“What do you need, Brea?” he asks, even though he already knows. I can feel my arousal running down my legs. I’ve soaked his jeans; I know he can feel it. But if he wants me to say it out loud, then who am I to deny him?

“Fuck me,” I say without hesitation.

Ridley’s blue eyes find mine and he smiles. “Gladly.”

SEVENTEEN

RIDLEY

“Idon’t think you need these anymore,” I say as I grab the waistband of her panties and tug until I hear the satisfying rip of fabric.

“Damn it, Ridley,” Brea protests with a hiss, lifting her ass, she pulls the torn panties from between her legs and holds them up with a shake of her head.

I take the panties from her hands and toss them over my shoulders, making a mental note to find them later. Can’t have Tor and Alexis coming here months from now to find my Angel’s panties underneath the sofa.

“What?” I ask innocently, kissing her cheek. “Panties are overrated.” I shrug as I stand with her in my arms and walk through the house until we reach the door of the bedroom.

“And you wonder why I never wore underwear when we were home. You and your panty ripping kink is costly.” She smirks.

“Were they important panties, Luna?” I ask, wanting nothing more than to kiss the sass from her lips, turning our bodies until I pin her to the wall of the bedroom. She shakes her head no, bringing a smile to my face.

“You’re such a menace, Ridley Masters.” Cupping my face between her hands, Brea kisses me, not giving me a chance to respond. The kiss is soft and sweet, exploratory. I swallow every delightful sound she makes. My dick aches, straining for freedom, precum drips from my tip making my jeans messier but I ignore the throb—I can’t stop kissing these lips. I will never get tired of kissing Brea Brookes.

“You’re just the way I like you, Angel. Dripping, bare, and so eager to take my dick you’re grinding your pussy against my stomach.” I take her lips again in a bruising kiss, urgent, needy, punishing her mouth with my teeth and soothing away my bites with my tongue.

“Ridley!” she shouts in between breathes.

“I know baby, I’m going to take care of you.” I kiss her once more before letting her slide down my body. Brea sways on her feet but I steady her with one hand on her hip, pressing her back until she is standing against the wall. Taking the hem of her dress with the other hand, I pull it over her head and toss it to the floor.

“Ridley please, baby. I need you,” Brea begs, thighs rubbing together seeking friction. Her lips are swollen, inner thighs glisten with her sweet arousal, eyes glossy, pupils lust-blown. I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight.

Dropping to my knees, I unzip her ankle boots and help her out of them. “You are absolutely stunning like this, Angel. You’ve undone me, baby, and I haven’t even pulled my dick out. Now, spread those thighs and let me worship my moon,” I command as I inch closer on my knees.

I lift her right leg, rest it over my shoulder and lick my way up her thigh, my mouth waters with the need to taste the tantalizing sweet nectar only her pussy can make. “God, I miss this. You taste like heaven, Angel,” I say, groaning like a starved man as soon as her nectar touches my tongue. I continue my way upas she moans her approval, parting her lips with the tip of my tongue as she squirms against the wall. I pause, rubbing my nose over her clit making her hips buck into my face.

“Don’t tease me, Ridley. Please!” Brea begs as her other leg shakes with the need to cum.

“You don’t have to beg me to devour this pussy, Luna. It will be my pleasure,” I say as I graze her clit with my teeth, making her scream in surprise. Soothing away the bite, I lick languidly from her clit to her entrance, plunging deep, fucking her with my tongue until she’s thrashing against me.

“Fuck!” she shouts as I move back to her clit, replacing my tongue with two fingers. Brea moans incoherently above me. I love the beautiful sounds she makes just for me. She might be the musician, but when it comes to the pleasure I orchestrate from her body, I am the maestro. Flicking and circling her clit, she cries out loud as I insert a third finger inside of her.

“You going to cum for me, Angel. Sing my praises?” I ask, looking up at my mess of a woman, she sags against the wall, locs draped over her shoulders in disarray, nipples begging for my attention, chest heaving, pussy wet, and her juices dripping down my face.

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