Page 43 of Snowed In With The Second Chance Daddy

Her high heel digs into my back. “Oh my god, Trevor. You’re–oh mygod.”

I release her from my mouth for just a moment, her taste lingering on my tongue. “Come on my tongue, Iris.”

“No, I’m not going to give you that satis–”

I wrap my lips around her clit and roll it between my lips without any mercy.

“Ah!” Iris’s fingers tighten on me. “I hate you.”

You love me, I think.

“Ihateyou.”

Youloveme.

“Trevor.” My name comes out of her mouth like a prayer. Like I am her religion. Likeweare salvation.

That’s what we used to be. When we found one another, neither of us could believe just how perfect we were for each other. How we found our soulmate on a dating app, a total anomaly, and even how without sex, that first night together felt like the beginning of the rest of our lives. Of our forever.

And in this moment, right here, me between her legs, it’s so easy to remember that forever.

Something courses through me, sending my body lurching forward.

I press my groin onto the table’s edge and realize how turned on I am. If there is any way for me to be closer to her, I would be.

“I’m– I’m–” Iris whimpers until she’s moaning.

Her thighs tighten around my head and her body shakes.

Her orgasm courses so powerfully I can feel it reverberating throughme,all the way down to my toes, hardening my cock even more. And her essence gushes into my mouth, a tangy and sweet delicacy on my tongue.

I love this. I loveher. I always will.

Thank god she’s leaving in a few days or else I’d do something stupid like ask her to try again, to forget all the problems and…just try.

Iris takes me off guard, pulls away from my mouth, then grabs my shoulders and drags my mouth to hers.

We kiss. And kiss. And kiss.

We’ve forgotten about the party down the hall. Forgotten that people might overhear us. Forgotten we will have to be presentable when we emerge from this erotic cocoon. Messing up each other’s hair, wrinkling our fancy clothes, not to mention Iris’s makeup.

As I’m distracted with thoughts of the party, Iris grabs my erection through my pants. My mouth breaks from hers.

“Iris,” I breathe against her mouth. “We should go back.”

“You’re not going to get to walk around that party with the satisfaction you made me come. It’s my turn now.”

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IRIS

Trevor’s eyes dilate.I’m not sure where the black ends and the brown begins.

He can’t say no to me. He’s never been able to.

Well…until hedid.

But we’re not talking about that right now. Rightnowhis cock is pulsing in my hand, desperate for release.

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