Page 24 of Memphis

All I could do was close my eyes and murmur, “Shit…”

Her mouth met my left nipple, her teeth digging into it as she continued to stroke me. The nipple shit hurt, but I liked it, and she knew it. There wasn’t another woman in the world who knew my body like Memphis King did.

She moved, abandoning my dick to straddle me, replacing her mouth on my chest with her pussy, and I could smell it, damn near taste it.

Got damn, I wanted to lick it!

“I gave you my heart when I was young, and you broke it like it was nothing. I loved you so much,” she said as she rubbed her pussy on my chest.

Reaching up, I grasped her hips. She was going to make me lose my fucking mind. “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again…I’m sorry, baby. I fucked my own heart up in the process, too. Hurting you destroyed me.”

“Destroyed you? Destroyedyou?” she said, her voice breaking, and before I could elaborate, offer a rebuttal, take a deep breath,anything, she slid that pussy over my chin, taking a seat on my mouth and making me moan from somewhere deep in my soul as I went to work, licking and sucking her clit. She gripped my head and rode my tongue with abandon, devoid of any regard for my need of oxygen. Her thick thighs flanked my face as she grinded and bucked and howled. I just kept feasting on her flesh like my life depended on it. Hell, maybe it did. When that orgasm hit her, she tried to run away, but I reached up and gripped her ass cheeks, holding her in place, and when I knew she couldn’t take anymore, I released her, allowing her to collapse onto the bed beside me.

As I fought to catch my breath and listened to her do the same, I managed to say, “You can hate me. I don’t care as long as I get to love you. That’s all I want. I just want to love you.”

Her response was to leave the bed and shut herself in the en-suite bathroom.

Now…

“You’ve been avoiding me,”Lilith accused.

“No,” I replied, my voice modulating on the “o.”

“Yes,” she countered, mimicking my tone.

I sighed, reclining on her sofa. “Ask your questions, Lil.”

“Okay, who was that man with the Darth Vader energy that came to Daddy’s house?”

“Who, Ray? Isn’t he your husband?” I asked, my eyebrows knitted together.

She glanced at her daughters playing on the living room floor. They were so cute, but I was sure they had kid cooties.

“Bitch, you know I’m not talking about the man I freshly fucked this morning,” she harshly whispered. “You know who I’m talking about!”

“Um, ew?” I said, holding my stomach.

“Memphis, come on!” she whined. “Who is he?”

I sighed. “He’s the reason you’re still alive.” Fuck it. I was tired of lying to her.

She frowned. “What? What do you mean?”

“He’s my boss, among other things. He, uh…canceled the hit on you.”

“Your boss? You’re fucking your boss?! You’re living with him?! Wait, I would’ve thought he’d be taller than that. Big, menacing. You know?”

“You met him. Do you think more height would make him any more threatening? You just said he has Darth Vader energy.”

“Oh, you’re right. If he was bigger, I’d probably would’ve cried when I met him.”

“Exactly.”

“Then why in the world are you with him?”

“I just told you why. He saved your life.”

“Wait, so you’re…oh. Memphis. I’m sorry. I don’t want you to have to trade yourself for me.”

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