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“Well, we’re not done… we’re going to Gros Islet… to a street party they have.” She kissed my cheek.

“Oh word?”

“Yes… I heard it’s the place to be and we’re going. Think food, good music, and a vibe.” She was so excited about it that the shit was cute.

“Planned it all, huh?”

“I’m a planner… if we’re doing this, you need to know that I will plan a trip with the quickness.”

Grabbing a handful of her ass and kissing her neck, I said, “With my card, right?”

“You trying to say you wanna finance my travel addiction, Don? Ouch!” she screeched as she broke out into laughter.

“Stop playing with me, Navy Bleu.”

“Not you using my full name… chill out.”

I grabbed her hand and then paused. “Do me a favor, Bleu.”

“Sure... what?”

“When we talk about us… leave theifsout of it. We’re doing it, right?”

She smiled up at me. “Yes, we’re doing this.”

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The top was down on the Jeep Wrangler I had rented for our time here. I drove back down the hill, as Navy looked out at the scenery still amazed by all she was witnessing today.

There was this tense part of her, as if she was in her head thinking of everything we had discussed on top of the hill.

I wanted Navy and everything that came with her. Her family, I wanted them to be mine. My feelings were so strong that it had me second guessing myself. Trying to talk myself out of feeling this way about her. Every time I called myself creating some distance, I only wanted her more. She was who I wanted to be with, and if children weren’t in our future I could live with that. Spending my life with a woman that loved me, while traveling the world was good with me.

The wind whipped through her hair, as she held her hand out the window, the wind floating through her fingers. I grabbed hold of her other hand and kissed the back of her hand.

“We’re good, Pooh… I can promise that,” I told her.

I watched her unclench her shoulders and give me that beautiful smile. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

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Landon’s handheld the back of my neck while his other hand gripped my hip as he slammed his dick into me. “You taking this dick, Bleu… tell me something.” He grunted, as I held onto the balcony, and moaned.

My body slightly jerked over the balcony the harder he went. “Uh hmmm…. Yess…” I moaned out, while he delivered another stroke.

I was on the points of my toes, holding onto the balcony while he held onto the back of my neck, and all I kept screaming in my head wasI’m never leaving, I’m never leaving.

His hand left my hip, and I felt the sting from the slap he delivered on my ass, and felt his hand grip my hip again, pullingme back onto him harder. His dick felt like it was in my ribs with how hard, and how calculated each stroke was.

Landon wasn’t just fucking to fuck. He was calculated with the way that he used his dick. There was no need to rush or go slow. He had perfected the right speed when it came to hitting a woman’s spot. I found myself wanting to spin him around and ask who taught him to do these things?

Why was he so good at this?

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