Page 108 of Taking Chances

I get to work, licking and lapping at her pussy. She tastes so fucking good, making my cock impossibly hard and my balls tight. My fingers join the action.

“Aww, fuck.” She’s already squirming on the bed.

“That’s it, baby. I love to hear you cursing while you’re dying for my mouth,” I nip her clit harshly. “My fingers.” The second finger joins, stretching her out before I remove them both. “Or my cock.” I can’t wait any longer to be inside her, so I sit up on my knees, line my length with her slit and slide in, burying myself to the hilt.

“Fuckkk,” I grunt, her soaked walls enveloping me. She’s so fucking tight, and so fucking wet, and so fucking perfect.

I pump into her at a languid pace, trying to push her over the edge before I fall off mine. Pressing up on one elbow, my other hand travels to her nipples, slowly rubbing and pinching them.

Her little moans will be my undoing, so I swallow them with a kiss. I’m barely holding on as her pussy flutters around me, but I need more.

We both open our eyes, and as her stunning green ones stare back at me, I realize I’m making love. For the first time in my life. And fuck, but nothing ever felt like this.

With that, the orgasm becomes impossible to hold off. My abs contract as my cock twitches inside of her, spilling my seedright where it belongs. I’m guessing my orgasm triggers her own because she starts spasming around me, her legs shivering as she digs her nail into my back.

It’s everything.She’severything.

I slip out of her, but don’t clean her up. Not yet. Rather, I spoon her to me, surrounding her body with mine as if I’m trying to keep her from escaping.

She runs her nails gently over my forearm before they stop on a certain part.

“What’s this?” she asks.

“A firecracker.”

“It’s for me?” Her voice is quiet and shy.

“Itisyou.”

She turns my arm around, studying the picture. I placed the firecracker just above the phoenix. Since the phoenix is looking up, it seems as if he’s rising from the ashes and flying toward it. It’s an accurate representation of us. She pulled me from the ashes, and I’ll follow her light for the rest of my life.

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EPILOGUE - ANNE

Three months later…

Smooth jazz musicfills the room as Lennox and I enter the gala venue. Tall white candles adorn the round tables, along with gorgeous potted orchids in different colors.

My body buzzes as his gentle touch leads me further into the ballroom. The dress I’m wearing is more daring than I typically go for. It’s all black, with a deep V-neckline and two high slits up both of my thighs. The stunning pearl necklace he bought me dips down my sternum, but I’m hoping to get a different one by the end of the night.

We’ve explored most of the sexual things that interested me, and they’ve turned me into a sex-crazed freak that can’t get enough of him. Which leads me to the most risqué part of my outfit tonight—the diamond decorated plug that sits between my ass cheeks. The fullness it gives me is only enhanced by the dirtiness of the whole thing, and the thrill makes my nipples pucker.

A shiver runs through me.

“You all right?” Lennox whispers into my ear, not helping the shivers.

“Yes, Sir,” I respond with a smile. He shakes his head with a knowing smirk.

“Playing with fire, Firecracker.”

I simply shrug in response, knowing I’ll be both punished and rewarded for it. He looks enticing in his tux—his beard meticulously groomed, his shoulders wide and strong, those tattoos I’m crazy about peeking out from his shirt sleeves.

He also smells exhilarating, and the mix of that and the feel of the plug make my mind crazy with desire.

The formal attire and the venue remind me of the last time we did something similar—Bryce’s wedding. It was just less than a year ago, but it feels like years have passed.

Even then, he was protective of me and wanted to show me how desirable I am, but now—his protectiveness is next level. His hand doesn’t leave my body once, his gaze always on me. He stalks every person I talk to like prey, until deciding the person is treating me with respect. Then he relaxes by drawing smooth circles on my lower back or stroking his large palm up and down my thigh.

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