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“I heard your dad leaving a little bit ago.” She kisses my chest. “I was hoping maybe we could finish what we started last night…” Her hand glides down my abdomen to the waistband of my boxers, slipping her hand in and wrapping each finger around my dick—one by one.
Humming softly, I admire her stare while she starts to stroke the length of my semi-hard shaft, which is already facing the side effects of morning wood.
“You’re not tired of fooling around with me yet?” My lips curl up into a pleasure-filled smile.
That was partially a serious question. I fully was not expecting her to match me and my strung-out hormones, especially not as soon as we woke up. Until I gained a sense of control and grew into myself, most of the time I was always horny or thinking about sex. I can suppress it now that I’m 332
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older, but she makes me want to think about it differently.
She makes it feel like it’s strictly love and aiding us. Not pure, meaningless sex.
“Ijuststarted loving sex, Josh.” She stops stroking me, covering my balls with her hand. “I never loved it this much until I did it with you.” She sinks a stare into my eyes.
She had me rock hard now, heart pounding rapidly in my chest. “Not with Nick?” I breathe.
“He catered more to himself. But you don’t. I might not have a lot of experience, but Idoknow that you feel…different.”
She shifts her body up so her face is closer to mine.
The man wasn’t even taking care of her in bed. How could you ignoreherneeds in bed? I could do things to her all day and night.
“Forget about him,” I say, sitting up and crawling on top of her. “You said yourself that I’m better. He doesn’t exist to me anymore.” I slide my hand up her shirt that was actually my band t-shirt, stolen from one of my drawers. I reach for her breasts, finding her already braless.
“Me either,” she says with a shaky breath, cupping my cheeks.
“Good.” I lean down, colliding my lips with hers, squeezing one of her pillow-like boobs.
She exhales a moan against my lips, pulling my hips into hers. I still want to feast on what’s between her legs before anything else—and that’s what I was going to do. I break our connection and plant kisses on her neck instead, pulling at the shirt. She gets the hint fast and sits up, helping me remove it. Her nipples were hard and each breast sat perfectly on her chest as she fell back on the bed. The panties she wore were another pair of those nonexistent ones that barely covered 333
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anything. They were white, this time with lace and a bow right above where I was headed—like my very own present.
“You love giving me easy access.” I smile mischievously, pulling back the fabric that was covering her dripping wet lips, taking it to her ankles, and slipping the panties the whole way off. I take two fingers at her slit, slipping them in to feel her clit and cover my fingers in her juices.
“I-I couldn’t resist,” she stumbles, her breath hitching.
“Well, what do you know? NowIcan’t resist.” I shake my head, licking my lips while scooting lower between her legs on my stomach until I can kissing each of her thighs. She was waxed bare and visibly soaked, dripping down to her entrance.
Even the smell of her pussy was sweet, like the best candy in the universe.
Taking a quick lick at her, I slurp her clit into my mouth, moaning the second her juices hit my tongue. “Goddamn…” I mumble against her.
Her hands rush to my hair, gripping it between her fingers to hold me in place. Gripping her hips, I control my breathing through my nose, sucking and licking up every drop of her and flicking my tongue at her swollen nub. She wanted to know how my tongue felt inside her, so I granted her wishes, curling my tongue into her entrance, next. She grips my hair tighter, squeezing her thighs against my head. I shrug her out of the way before she can lock her legs in place.
“Your… mouth…” she whimpers out with each word. Reaching across her stomach, I can feel her body losing it.
She’s gasping erratically and pulling so hard at the sheets that she might pull them off the mattress. Yet through it all, she was keeping her sweet, honeyed moans. Breaking my face away, I could feel how drenched my face was in such little 334
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time. Mindlessly, I add my middle finger and ring finger to the mix, rubbing them down her clit and pushing them into her entrance.
“Ah—shit!” She sucks in a gasp with each word.
“There it is,” I husk out, beaming at the sound of her shaky weeping.
