Page 77 of Blackout: Book Two

Lace,

You just left a little while ago and I can still smell your pussy on my fingers. I know I told you I wanted to make it about you, that getting you off was enough for me. But, fuck, Lace, my dick is like fucking steel. Every time I close my eyes, I see you in that dress. Your tits in my face, our baby pressing against my stomach, and your pussy grinding against my cock.

You were so fucking wet.

So fucking perfect.

The scent of you filled every one of my senses. A perfect mix of your perfume, shampoo, and your sweet cunt.

I should’ve thrown you on top of the table and ate you. I miss feeling you come on my tongue. Instead, I fingered you, foolishly thinking it would be enough for us. But it’s never enough, is it? We fuck at our best when we’re pushing our boundaries, finding the balance between pleasure and pain. Next time I get you, I’ll be rough. Take you fucking hard until my dick bruises you.

I fucked my fist ten minutes ago.

I couldn’t help myself.

I’ll probably do it again.

Over and over until the scent of you fades from my fingers.

Until next time, girl.

Be ready for me.

All my love,

Blackie

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