Page 108 of My Silver Lining

And I fucking loved it. Loved the way she responded to me.

“I want you to come with me,” she said as I continued licking her. I raised my head, eyeing her curiously. “Touch yourself while your head is buried between my thighs.”

Fuck me.

I tugged my joggers down, my dick throbbing as I wrapped my hand around it.

And I stroked myself as my tongue slipped inside her.

She tangled her fingers in my hair, grinding up against me as my tongue slid in and out.

She fell back onto the couch, and I watched as she arched her back, her tits bouncing just slightly, nipples hard enough to cut glass.

Her thighs squeezed the sides of my head, and I knew she was close.

I moved faster.

My tongue.

My hand.

Everything a blur.

I was so lost in this woman that I couldn’t see straight.

She bucked against me before crying out my name as she went over the edge. I continued moving between her legs as she rode out every last bit of pleasure.

I was so turned on, it didn’t take much.

One more stroke. “Fuck,” I hissed.

I leaned forward, unloading myself onto her stomach as she watched, her honey-brown gaze sated and sexy.

We were both panting, and I let my head fall back as I caught my breath.

Once our breathing slowed and my eyes found hers, she smiled up at me. “That was much better than Netflix.”

I barked out a laugh before moving to my feet, pulling up my joggers, and going to the bathroom to get a towel and cover it in warm water. I made my way back to the couch and cleaned her up before pulling her onto my lap and wrapping my arms around her.

“Hey, Rafe,” she whispered as we sat in silence in the dark.

“Yeah.”

“I don’t think you should date Jolie. You’re way too good for her.”

I chuckled because this was Lulu’s way of dealing with what was about to happen.

“You got it.” I intertwined my fingers with hers. “And I’d like you to stay away from rock stars.”

“That’s not going to be a problem.”

“It’s our last weekend together,” I said, reminding her that tomorrow was Saturday. “Is there anything you want to do?”

She pulled back to look at me. “You’re keeping your horses out at Axel’s stable, right?”

“Yep. I’ve got three, and they’re gorgeous.”

“I’d love to go riding. I don’t think I’ll be horseback riding in Paris,” she chuckled. “How about you? Do you have anything you want to do?”

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