Page 8 of The Tenth Muse

“I love it,” I whispered.

Her muscles relaxed. She looked over her shoulder at me, tears shining in her pretty green eyes. “Really?”

I nodded. “Really.”

Silence settled between us, full of so much. So many words, so many memories, so many ‘whys’. Why didn’t we find a way to make it work the first time around?

I couldn’t let it linger, so I did the only thing that would distract both of us.

I leaned down, trailing kisses down her back until I came to her ass again. I kissed each mark I made, and then pinched her hard. She squeaked, the pain radiating through her entire body, but it only made her wetter. I pushed my fingers back inside her, gently easing them in and out as I bit down hard on her ass cheek, right on top of the tattoo.

She inked my mark onto her body after we broke up?I shoved the thought away, trying not to focus on what that could possibly mean. I didn’t want to give myself any sort of false hope.

Jenna shouted, but I could barely hear her over the roar of my blood. My heart pounded, my pussy wet as I bit her again, sinking my teeth into her flesh.

“Fuck,” she cried. “Fuck. You feel so good.”

Her cries became loud enough that I eased back, soothing the marks with more kisses.

“Daddy,” she whimpered. “I’mdesperate.”

“Desperate for what?” I wanted to hear her say it.

“To come,” she rasped. “Please.Please.”

I gripped her hips and rolled her onto her back, crawling up her body and pinning her beneath me. Her red hair splayed overthe bed, her arms slipping back above her head. I leaned down, catching one of her nipples between my lips, sucking gently. She gasped, her legs wrapping around me as I played with them. I cupped and squeezed her breasts, a moan slipping out.

She always brought out the most uninhibited part of me. That much hadn’t changed and I doubted it ever would. Her scent, her taste, her presence haunted me.

“Jenna,” I sighed, burying my face between her breasts. I trailed kisses down her soft stomach, pausing to kiss her stretch marks, making my way further down until I came to her pussy. Dark curls covered her mound, her thighs splaying for me. I licked my lips, studying her labia and clit with appreciation. “Someone is a wet little slut.”

“Me,” she squeaked. “I am.”

I scooped my curls back, using the satin hair tie on my wrist to pull them back. I raised a brow as I took my time, watching Jenna squirm in anticipation. Her cheeks and chest were flushed, a beautiful horny goddess spread out before me, waiting to be fucked.

Once my hair was secure, I pushed her thighs further apart and leaned down, bringing the tip of my tongue to her clit. Immediately, her thighs attempted to clamp shut, but I kept them parted, circling her clit and sucking it gently.

Her moans grew louder, her hips rolling against my face. I slid two fingers inside her, curling them against her G-spot as I teased her mercilessly.

“Daddy,” she moaned. “I’m so close. Fuck, I’m so close, I’m so?—”

I pulled back, grinning as her head popped up.

“No,” she growled. “I wassoclose!”

“I know,” I said, sucking her off my fingers again. “Baby girl, we have all night. I’m going to use that time however I please,which means edging you until you’re a pathetic little fucking mess for me.”

Her red lips formed a pout. I smiled, running my hands over her thighs. I loved it when she was a little bratty, and I loved making her beg.

It wouldn't be too long before she’d be crying and begging for me to let her come.

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Jenna

Alice trailedher fingers back down to my pussy, circling my clit slowly. My eyes fluttered, head flopping back down against the pillow as I moved my hips quickly, chasing my orgasm.

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