Page 101 of Best Kept Secret

"Yes," she gasped.

I got up, towering over her. "Then get my dick wet, darlin', with your mouth." I stroked myself. "On your knees, Mira."

She scrambled off the bed and got on the floor, on her knees, looking up at me, aroused. Mira loved to give head. I couldn't wait to feel her lips wrapped around my cock.

I smeared my pre-cum on her swollen lips. "Open."

I pumped my cock in my fist, and when she opened, I worried that I'd blow even before she took her first lick. It had been too long since I had sex…since I hadmyMira.

She took me in and began to suck as she knew I liked it; hard and then slow, long, and then shallow. Slowly, she worked me to the back of her throat.

"God, yes, just like that," I groaned, my hands in her hair. I let her keep the pace, but she knew, as I did, that sometimes I lost control and took more than she was ready for. The thought made me hot and her hotter.

But not tonight. I had absolutely no control and felt like I was about two seconds from coming. I didn't want that. I wanted us to find our release together this first time after such a long time—this time, when we were stronger than ever, a couple that external forces couldn't rip apart.

Mira was the best sex I've ever had, and I'd had plenty, so I knew. This connection between us that went beyond the physical was rare and precious. Losing Mira had destroyed me, and if I hadn't been able to get her back, I'd have been half a man. I wouldn't get over her loss; I knew that with the same certainty as I knew I loved Pari; I couldn't live without her.

I pulled out of Mira's mouth so that I wouldn't embarrass myself. I got her on her back again and slammed my lips against hers. At the same time, I pushed three fingers inside her.

She cried out at the invasion. There had been no one else for me while we were apart, and I knew there hadn't been anyone for her, either. I couldn't have sex with anyone but Mira—for a man who appreciated variety while he was having sex with a woman (or two at the same time), this was a departure, which was all right with me because Mira was all I needed.

I pumped in and out of her. She was hot and wet, her insides rippling around my fingers. She was close, so fucking close, and she writhed, trying to push her clit against my wrist so she could come.

I smacked her pussy. "None of that. We're going to be civilized about this."

"What?" she whined.

"Behave, darlin', or I'll edge you half the night." Tall tales from a desperate man. I wantedinnow.

"No," she moaned. "Beau, I—"

"Your cunt wants to be filled, darlin'?"

"Yes. Yes," she chanted breathlessly.

"You ready?" I asked unnecessarily as I crawled up her body. I gazed down at her and swiped her clitoris with a finger. She bucked against me.

"Inside," she ordered.

I chuckled and entered her.

My whole world stopped. It was like being held in beautiful suspension.

I'm inside Mira, and it's perfect.

I savored it until I felt a smack on my ass. "Move, Beau."

I drove into her hard, deep, and rode her until she screamed. I worried that we'd wake up Pari, but I wasn't going to stop. I couldn't.

We were both covered with a sheen of perspiration and the way our bodies stuck to one another, connected, was erotic as fuck.

"I want you to come now." I strummed her clitoris as I fucked her. Once would not be enough; I knew that. I'd want her again and again until we were too exhausted to move.

It was partly because we hadn't fucked in a long time, but I knew I was a possessive son of a bitch who wanted to claim my woman, brand her.

All of a sudden, she unraveled and began to clench around me, milk me. I looked into her eyes as I growled my release, filling her with my cum. I rode her release and mine.

"I love you," I vowed.

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