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Weston pulled me closer, putting his lips back on mine, this time inserting his tongue while gripping my hips. This time, I didn’t pull back. He scooped me off my feet, never breaking the kiss. He carried me into the house carefully, still never removing the kiss. Not one time did he speed up the process. He took his time. We finally made it to his bedroom, and he tossed me on the bed. Drool came out of my mouth while I watched him remove his shirt over his head. He smiled, watching me be in awe of his body. He climbed on the bed, helping me remove my clothes. He placed kisses on each part of my body that was exposed. Once I was fully naked, he bit at his lips.

“You’re breathtaking, Taja. You know that?”

“Thank you.”

“Nah, thank you, baby.”

The pet name sent my head in a swirl, and before I could gather myself, Weston had latched on to my kitty, licking and sucking as if it was his last meal. My back arched against the bedsheets the more he lapped my folds. I moaned his name ’til I felt myself cumming, and instead of a moan, I screamed his name.

“Weston!”

He placed soft kisses on my inner thigh as I came down from my sex high.

“That was music to my ears. I can’t wait to hear more of it.”

The next thing I knew, Weston had my legs wrapped around him as he slowly stroked in and out of me. I clawed at his back and bit on his shoulder as he worked me like I had never been worked before. The more he stroked, the more he complimented me. He was feeding into my praise kink and didn’t even know it.

“You’re so beautiful, baby.”

“Weston,” I moaned.

“You belong to me now. There is no way I’m letting you walk out of my life again.”

“Weston...”

“Tell me, you’re not going anywhere.”

“I’m here to stay, Wes. I promise.”

“Good girl.”

He stroked harder and deeper, causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head. I knew I was on the brink of cumming, and Weston wasn’t letting up.

“Cum for me,” he said in my ear, placing a kiss on it.

“I’m cumming, Wes! I’m cumming.”

“Me too, baby!”

Seconds later, I could feel Weston shooting his seeds inside of me and me tightening around his manhood.

We both laid there for a minute before Wes got up and got us both a warm towel. He cleaned me off and then himself. He had done a number on me. He lifted me up from the bed, peeling back the covers, and climbed in behind me, pulling me closer to him.

“Don’t sneak out on me tonight.”

I smiled, thinking about how I snuck out of his apartment the last time. However, this time, he didn’t have to worry about that.

“I promise I won’t.”

* * *

The sun was makingits presence known. I had already made up my mind that I would work from home instead of going into the office. Weston needed me, and I feared him getting the call that his mother had passed away and he was by himself. Every time I adjusted in my sleep, Weston tightened his grip on me. He meant what he said. He wanted to wake up and I be there. However, my bladder was on the verge of erupting. I slowly removed his arm from around my waist, taking my time to climb out of bed to empty my bladder and return without him noticing that I was gone. I tiptoed to the bathroom and relieved myself. It was one of the best feelings. After using the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror as I washed my hands. My neck was covered in hickeys from Weston. No matter how hard I tried not to smile at the marks, I couldn’t help it. Last night brought back those feelings I felt from the first time, yet this time was different. I wasn’t trying to escape, and this wasn’t just a one-night stand.

Again, I tiptoed across the room, climbing back into bed with Weston. I reached for his arm and placed it around my body, snuggling back into him. He placed a soft kiss on my shoulder.

“Did I wake you?” I asked.

“Yeah, I didn’t feel you anymore. I thought you left again.” He kissed my shoulder again. “But when I heard the toilet flush and the water, I was good.”

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