Page 56 of Three Little Words

“You’d better get used to it. If you say you love me, you’re gonna have to fuck me like you used to.”

I could handle that.

I smiled at her. “Well. All right. I think that can be arranged.”

“Good.”

She put her hands on my cheeks, leaning down to kiss me.

I wanted her so bad. I lowered my hands to lift her skirt, running my fingertips over her skin.

She wasn’t wearing panties.

“Oh,” I said, brushing my fingers against her soft skin.

“Thought you’d like that.” She laughed softly, grabbing my hand and guiding it where she wanted it.

I stroked my fingers over her clit, watching her cheeks flush, her head tip back.

“Good?” I asked.

“Fuck, Benny, it’s amazing.”

“Good.”

I shifted, kissing her neck. My fingers continued to stroke her, getting her good and wet.

She reached between us, fumbling with the zipper of my jeans.

I groaned as my pants loosened, my cock already standing at attention. Her hand slid inside my boxers, stroking me slowly.

How had I ever let her go without a fight?

She kissed me again, nipping lightly at my lower lip. “Condom?”

“Wallet,” I said. “Back pocket.”

“Left or right cheek?”

“Right.”

She laughed and reached back. I lifted up slightly so she could grab my wallet. The condom was inside, and she pulled it out and tore the wrapper open with her teeth.

Slowly, she rolled it on, making a show out of teasing me.

I responded by pushing my fingers inside her and spreading them apart.

Her hand stilled.

“Good?” I asked.

“Yup.” She nodded. “So good.”

She rose up on her knees, pushing my hand down.

I watched as she put her hands on the back of the couch and sank down on me.

This never got old.

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