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She tasted so good. Her skin was so soft and always so fresh. Her pussy on the other hand was the sweetest shit I’d ever tasted, hence the nickname I’d given her. It helped that beneath her reserved exterior, Serra really was a sweet person, desiring the same pure and genuine adoration that I once had.
We were so in tuned to each other back then. I swore she’d been sent down from heaven just for me. She listened to me, understood the parts that others ignored or that I just didn’t show. And she never pitied me, not even when I told her the truth about what happened that dark night. No pity, no judgment, and no disgust. She held me in her arms while I cried that night, then she’d climbed on top of me and rode me until I would’ve willingly given her every dime in my bank account and every ounce of blood in my veins to go along with the cum she’d yanked straight from my soul.
“You said you were mine,” I mumbled and kissed the skin I’d just bitten. I slid my fingers through already moist foldsand my heart almost leapt out of my chest at the silky wetness I encountered. “Fuck, baby. Youweremine, Serra.Mine!” I circled a finger over her clit, and she lifted that leg, locking it behind me. Replacing that finger with my thumb, I slid two fingers into her, moaning again at the quick, hot suction of her pussy.
“Seerrraa,” her name came out on a long groan. “Tell me you were mine.”
“I was,” she gasped and pumped her hips in tandem with the thrusts of my fingers. “I was yours, baby. I was.”
I wanted to ask why again, wanted to know what the hell had happened to make her change her mind about what we had, but I wanted her release more. Pulling back from her neck, I dropped my forehead down to hers and stared into her eyes. “You owe me this, sweetness,” I growled. “This nut is all mine.”
Hooking my fingers inside of her, I pressed upward and held them still while she bucked in my arms.
“Noah!” she yelled, and I took advantage of her open mouth. Covering her lips with mine, I thrust my tongue deep inside until she latched on and sucked it.
I released my hold and stroked her spot over and over while her wide, wild eyes stared back at me. She was alternating squeezing and rubbing my dick until I knew I was gonna cum in my pants. So I released her mouth and whispered, “Take him out, sweetness. Take him out so I can cum with you.”
Swiping her tongue over her lips, she moved that hand until she had my dick free. I continued thrusting my fingers inside of her, while my thumb worked her clit. She stroked my dick now. Her wrist motion added to the tight grip she had on my shit had my balls tingling and my vision blurring.
I couldn’t focus on anything but her. Not the fact that we were in the office Del, Rock, and I shared at the restaurant, and definitely not the past that still haunted us. This moment wasabout her and the unrelenting hold she’d had on me since the first time I saw her.
Her head fell back against the door, eyes narrowed to slits as she moaned, “Yes, baby! Yes, I’m about to cum. I’m about toooo…ooohh, ahhh.” Whatever else she meant to say died with the release of her scream and the clenching of her pussy walls around my fingers.
As she bucked against the door her essence dripped down my fingers. With her release, her grip on my dick had slightly slackened and I pumped into her hand to keep the friction going. Now that she’d cum and looked so fucking beautiful doing so, I needed to release as well. I needed to bust in her soft ass hands to confirm what I already knew—this connection between us had never broken.
Following my lead and still panting, she gripped my dick again and started jerking me off until I swore I didn’t only see stars, I saw the whole fuckin’ universe.
CHAPTER 8
Noah
Ithought I had my shit together by the time she came out of the bathroom. I’d let her go in there, while I used paper towels and hand soap from the wet bar at the far corner of the office to get cleaned up. I knew she wouldn’t stay in the bathroom long. The expression on her face when we’d finally pulled away from each other at the door said she was ready to bolt. I couldn’t let her do that without ensuring that she was okay, so I needed to play it cool when she came out so this situation wouldn’t get any crazier than it already had.
But when she stepped out and closed the door behind her, but didn’t move after that, my mouth went dry. How in the fuck could she be even sexier? Easy, Serra gave the freshly fucked look a new name. And even though I hadn’t bent her ass over this desk and pounded into her the way I wanted to, the release I supplied was now a very good look on her.
Her sandals were wedge heels tonight, but still high as fuck and made her bare legs look absolutely amazing. And that little black dress was every bit as delectable as I’d glimpsed seconds after Rock had tapped me on the shoulder while I was talking with a few regulars at their table.
“Your girl’s here lookin’ for you,” he’d said, and I’d immediately been on guard.
He had better not be playing about Traneeka’s simple ass. She’d finally bought a clue and moved the hell on by the time I’d come back from helping with the liquor shipment. But just as I’d been about to say that, I followed Rock’s gaze to Serra.
Timmy was grinning in her face like he was ready to toss her over his shoulder and carry her back to his place. Over my dead body! I’d moved through the crowds of people either standing near the stage or around tables that overflowed with their friends. By the time I’d gotten to them I’d wanted to punch Timmy in the throat for daring to speak to her, but the second she looked at me, that storm inside of me had calmed. Just as it always did.
“I need to say this to you,” she spoke. “Then I’m going to leave.”
The steadiness of her tone mixed with the grave look in her eyes kept me silent. I leaned my ass against the desk and pushed my hands into my pockets. Hopefully that would keep me from crossing this room and pulling her into my arms again. The urge to touch her was potent. When I nodded, she began.
“You were right.” She inhaled and released the breath slowly. “When we first met, I told you I wasn’t looking for anything long-term. I said my focus was on school and eventually becoming a lawyer. I was all about fulfilling my daddy’s dream at the time.” A corner of her mouth lifted in a glib smile.
She had one hand resting on the small purse at her hip. I hadn’t even noticed she had it crossed over her body all this time. The other hand was at her side, but I glimpsed her fingers moving nervously.
“You didn’t want any strings either. We were just going to enjoy our time together for as long as it lasted. And we didthat, we were doing that,” she said, this time staring at me imploringly.
I nodded, to let her know that I was following. I had no idea where this conversation was going, so I didn’t want to speak. The day I’d showed up at her dorm, we had plans to grab pizza and go bowling with friends. After that we would’ve most likely ended up at my apartment because we had more privacy there. Not for one minute had I expected the conversation that came when I got there or how devastated I would feel by the time I left. So, no, this time I was keeping my mouth shut until I knew how this was going to play out.
She lifted a hand and pushed her hair back behind one ear. I loved this style on her. It spoke to how much she’d matured and grown into what could sometimes be a high-profile career. Camy would call it a blunt cut. I know this because I’d had the displeasure of being at her house—the one left to her, Del, and Lance by their parents—with Del, working on some of the repairs that were needed while she was there with her friends. Camy, Rylan, and Portia were an inseparable trio now and they loved their spa and salon days.
“I never lied to you,” she said. “It’s important that you know everything I said or did when we were together was with total honesty. I wanted to be with you.” That last sentence was spoken so softly I barely heard it. “I wanted to love you.”
