Page 84 of Exes and Oh Hell No

Aha.

The pieces click into place.

There has always been a bitter, almost irrational anger that she harbored for her mother, but she refused to tell me why.

Now, it’s all making sense.

“You’re not her. And I’m not your dad.” My lips cover hers, and I slowly slide a finger inside her, moaning at how tight and wet she is.

Her hands grip my shirt harder, like she’s afraid she’ll fall.

She needs to learn to trust me.

I’llneverlet her fall.

I rub the mask against her face.

She sighs, her eyes full of adoration.

“Take it off. I need to see your face.”

I don’t move.

Not yet.

“Tell me why.” My voice is dark and controlled.

She swallows, her eyes flicking up to mine. “Because… I need to see the man I love.”

My chest tightens.

Only then do I slowly, deliberately remove the mask.

Her breath shudders as her gaze drinks in my face.

Her eyes are full of everything I’ve always wanted.

“There’s the man I spent most of my life loving.”

My lips press against hers, teasing her with my mouth, showing how much I adore her.

Obsess over her.

Cherish her.

Loveher.

I insert another finger, steadily pumping it in and out, feeling her surrender to me.

Her leg lifts, wrapping around my hip.

Her muscles relax as she sags against me.

Her grip on my shirt loosens, trusting me, allowing me to support her.

I reward her by deepening the kiss, my fingers moving faster.

The sounds of her wet pussy fill the room, making me fucking desperate for her.

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