Page 67 of Curveball

Because I’m weak and in love with him, I make the worst possible decision. I slide my tongue out and lick across the seam of his lips.

He starts to run his hands up and under my dress, but I shove him away and walk him backward toward the sofa. “You know what? I’m sick of always doing this your way.”

He smiles as he continues moving backward. “Always? We haven’t been together in two years.”

“Well, we always did it your way.” I shove him again. “Tonight, I’m in charge.”

His eyes practically glaze over with lust. “Yes, have your wicked way with me.”

I push him down on the sofa. “Lay down.”

He immediately listens. I’m loving bossing his normally bossy ass around. If the giant bulge in his jeans and the shit-eating grin on his face are any indication, he’s loving it too.

I reach under my dress and pull down my panties. After kicking them to the side, I climb on top of him, approaching his face.

I straddle it with my bare pussy to his mouth. “I need a good orgasm. Make me come. Hard.”

He mumbles into me, “Yes, ma’am,” as he spreads my lips, and his long tongue enters me.

Admittedly, no one I’ve ever been with does this as well as Quincy. The speed at which he can make me come is unparalleled.

I run my fingers through his hair because I’ve missed doing that. I love his hair.

My hips take on a life of their own as I basically fuck his tongue.

His fingers work my clit over like a man who knows my body inside and out. It’s mere minutes before I feel my orgasm rising to the surface.

“Oh fuck, Quincy, that’s good.”

I need this so badly. So much pent-up energy and frustration. Sadness and anger.

His long tongue slides in and out of me. I can feel my walls squeezing him.

He mumbles something about strawberries. I’m too lost in pleasure to comprehend.

It builds and builds until I have no choice but to let go. My vision goes blank for a moment, and I see stars. I can feel my juices pour out of me. He slurps up every last ounce.

Fucking hell, I needed that.

I take a deep breath and start to move off his face. I know what he thinks is going to happen, but it’s not.

Standing, I grab my panties and start to slide back into them. His eyes narrow in anger. “What are you doing? Sit on my cock!”

After pulling up my panties and fixing my dress, I lean over and lick across the seam of his mouth again. This time, I can taste myself.

I run my hands through his curls and whisper into his mouth, “You owed me that goodbye. Thanks for the orgasm.”Giving him one last soft kiss, I breathe, “We’re over. For the last time, I want a divorce. If you don’t call an attorney, I will. I mean it.”

At that, I turn and walk straight out of his condo and close the door behind me.

I’m filled with pride. I’ve let Quincy dictate every aspect of our relationship since day one. It’s time for me to take a little control back. Maybe I’ll be physical with him again sometime and maybe I won’t, but it’s not coming from manipulation. Not when he crashes my date and scares the poor guy away. How dare Quincy do that to me after all he’s put me through.

When I reach his lobby, it occurs to me I shouldn’t go home. When Arizona was out jogging, Layton stopped by. He wants her. She wants him. I let him inside to wait for her. They need a night alone without me interrupting them.

Tears begin to sting my eyes as I meander toward the front door of the building. Before I approach it, Blanche and Thor walk through. She’s clearly struggling to control the giant beast. She’s going to break a hip if she keeps this up.

I wipe my eyes, which she notices. “Ripley, sweetheart, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” I hold out my hand for the leash. “Let me help you take him to your apartment.”

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