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Cherries and North.
She was just as delicious as I imagined.
I’d licked her juices from my fingers many times but drinking straight from the tap was a different kind of feeling.
A different kind of high.
It made my pupils dilate and the blood rush through my veins at the speed of light.
While my tongue lapped at her and my lips sucked on her plump clit, my free hand slid up her flat stomach and under the cups of her bra until I was squeezing and pinching her nipples. When I pulled away from her intoxicating pussy, she whined, her swollen, flushed lips turning down at the corners. “Why did you stop?”
“Because I need to savor you.” I tugged at her bra until her tits popped out then rolled the sticky lollipop across her rosebud nipples. Her areolas tightened and her nipples turned to sweet pebbles.
I squeezed them between my teeth and she whimpered. I slid the lollipop over her nipples again and again following with my mouth each time. The cherry Dum-Dum shrank smaller and smaller. Before it was gone, I dropped down to her pussy again, licking and sucking her wetness along with the tangy sweetness of the cherry lollipop. I finished it, setting the stick aside while my tongue explored her pussy until all I could taste was her.
My new favorite flavor.
“Shit, Kane I’m gonna…” She didn’t have to finish her statement. I knew. I was busy licking up every creamy drop that painted my tongue. My lips, nose, and chin were her canvas to decorate freely and she created a masterpiece. I rode her writhing hips with my hands so I didn’t miss any of her sweetness.
“Oh my god,” she breathed with one hand pressed to her chest. “That was amazing.” She tucked her full bottom lip between her teeth and looked at me with smoldering blues. “I want to return the favor,” she purred sliding her naked body off the table. Her blue bra left her small, pert tits uncovered and the straps hanging near her waist.
I wanted to paint North just like that. Raw and wild.
If passion had a color it would be the bright pink of her lips after I’d sucked on them. If hunger had a color it would be the blue flames in her eyes. North was a walking talking work of art.
I watched her lower to her knees in front of me and I was nearly ripping my pants off to give her what she wanted. Once she shoved my boxer briefs down my thighs, my cock bobbed out heavy and thick. North moaned before sliding the head of my dick past her lips.
I knew I wouldn’t last long the way her tongue made soft deliberate strokes along my shaft and swirled across the head. She was a fucking pro. I wanted to give her a standing ovation when she plunged me in the back of her throat.
“Fuuuck,” I hissed, unable to keep myself from grabbing her long red hair and fucking her face. “I’m going to come, North. I need to know if you want…” I didn’t get to finish my warning because she grabbed my ass forcing me deeper into her mouth.
My dick jerked then shot hot jets down her throat. I braced myself, planting my hand on the kitchen table so my knees wouldn’t buckle and send me to the floor.
When I pulled my wet dick from her mouth, I watched her throat dip as she finished every drop of me. Her big blue eyes stole my heart and everything else. I couldn’t turn away from her.
She was etched into me. She was the deep lines on my palms. The swirls on the pads of my fingers. She was a part of everything I touched.
Waiting nearly a year for her to turn eighteen was going to shred me to pulp but I’d fight against my own willpower to do things the right way. The way that would keep me out of jail and keep North in my arms.
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CHAPTER 11
Ten months later…
My birthday was getting ready to roll around again. After months of cold showers and salty tears from sexual frustration, I was almost there. I was so close I could taste it and so could Kane. Our foreplay sessions had grown so intense he had to sleep alone this whole month. I didn’t argue with him about it because I knew if we didn’t, we’d end up fucking.
Well, if I were quoting Kane, we’d end up “fucking from one end of the house to the other.” The closer January got, the harder it got for us to be in the same damn room.
“Fuck,” I groaned after checking the schedule at work.”
“What’s up?” Kane peered over my shoulder while he stole kisses from my neck. I was hanging out in his art studio while he painted a new piece for a special customer.
“I have to work in the afternoon for the next week and I won’t be able to see Sierra.”
It took a lot of work but through countless conversations and me going to see Sierra every week, things had gotten back to somewhat normal between us. She still threw shots at me for leaving Delta but her hostility died down as long as I was in town.
“Why don’t you invite her over here? You always go see her every week and she still hasn’t come to Telluride despite your invitations.”
