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She hesitates, but I grab her hips, lifting her slightly until she’s straddling my face.

I flick my tongue out, and she gasps at the contact. I glance up and notice her hands are gripping the headboard, and it doesn’t take much for her to rub her pussy across my face.

I lay my tongue flat, running it slowly across the slit of her cunt, before sucking on her clit.

“Fuck, Clark,” she moans, rocking her hips.

I continue my assault on her pussy, gripping her hips as she rides my face unashamed. It’s the sexiest fucking thing ever.

“I’m going to come,” she says, and I pull her down on my face harder, digging my fingers into the skin of her waist.

Her body trembles and shakes.

“Oh my God.” She sighs.

“I’m not finished with you yet, baby,” I tell her, grabbing her hips, lifting her off my face, pushing myself inside her. She sits down on my cock, and I run my hands up her body.

“Holy shit,” she says, breathless.

Her pussy clenches around me, and it’s almost enough to make me come undone already. She moves her body slowly up and down, and I wrap my arms around her, pulling her closer. I slide one hand down, using my thumb to massage her clit. Her head rolls back, moaning.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” I groan.

We’re moving in a perfect rhythm, our bodies melting against each other.

I quicken the pace, leaning down to pull her nipple into my mouth, teasing and sucking.

“I’m going to come, Clark, holy shit,” she says, breathless.

“Come for me, baby,” I say, before covering her mouth with mine.

The two of us come crashing down together, rubbing against each other, slick with sweat.

“Hey,” I say, grabbing her chin.

She looks at me with lust filled eyes.

“I love you, beauty,” I say.

Her eyes glaze over, before she leans down, kissing me again.

“I love you, too.”

Chapter Twenty Four

MARLEY

“Ithink we need to have a family meeting,” I say, looking over at Mitch.

“What do you mean?”

“I think it’s time to call Spencer and Claire and make them sit down with us.” I sigh.

“Why would we want to do that?”

I lean back against the couch. “I think we both need closure.”

He studies my face, almost as if he’s trying to make sure I’m not going crazy. Maybe I am. I have no desire to talk to either one of them, but it feels like something we need to do.

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