Page 79 of Fabulous Filthy Friend

All because of HRD4U.

The thing I let create so much guilt. The thing I hid from her. The thing I thought would be our doom is what brought us to this moment.

I carry her straight into the master bathroom and crank on the water in the shower. She lifts her head from my chest, tipping it back, and I kiss her. Deep. Slow. Unhurried. So unlike the kisses I gave her before. One that shows her the truth, that this is more than just wanting to fuck her. This is so much more than unreleased sexual tension that built between us over the years. Something that tells her how I really feel. How I’ve felt for a long fucking time.

She squeezes my neck and clings to me more tightly, kissing me languidly, like she wants to savor every second as much as I do. If I never had to let her go, I’d be able to die a happy man. But I’m not ready to do either, yet. Not when we’ve just started.

I step into the shower and turn her under the spray. She yelps at the harsh sting of the hot water then relaxes against me with a little sound of contentment.

Nuzzling against her, I issue a reluctant sigh. “I’m going to set you down.”

Even though I want nothing more than to keep her in my arms forever…

She nods, and I slowly lower her onto shaky feet. Her arms cling to my neck, and those green eyes stare up at me from under the flow of the shower head. Droplets hang on to her impossibly long lashes, and rivulets of water ripple over her shoulders, across her breasts, and down her stomach to that beautiful place between her legs.

My dream come true. Literally.

I take her face in my palms and kiss her again, sliding my hand down between her thighs. The flowing water washes away some of the evidence of the mind-blowing sex we just had, but I wouldn’t even care if it was still all there. I need to savor her. I need to know what she tastes like everywhere. Especially there.

A kiss isn’t enough.

Not nearly enough.

I drop to my knees on the wet tile, and she buries her hands in my hair. Water pours down over my head and shoulders, and I lean forward and run my tongue through her pussy.

A low, deep growl of satisfaction at the salty and sweet tang of our mixed releases sounds in my chest. “So fucking good, Rachel. I could eat nothing but your cunt every minute of every fucking day for the rest of my life and never starve or want anything else.”

The flavor coating my tongue is one I never want to forget. One I want to savor and relish and enjoy. One I’ve been fantasizing about for five long years. And what I just said isn’t some bullshit line. All I want to do is worship this woman for as long as she’ll let me.

She’s always brought me to my knees, only now, I can actually do it. I’m worshipping the true goddess in my life, and nothing could drag me away.

Rachel whimpers and shifts, bringing herself even closer to my face. It’s an open invitation to continue, and I’m not going to turn it down. I grip her wet ass in my palms and drag her against my mouth harshly, driving my tongue into her as I throw one thigh over my shoulder to open her even more for me.

“Oh, God, Flynn.” Her fingers twist my hair in a stranglehold, and she rolls her hips in time with my oral ministrations. “God…”

I moan and pull my mouth away from her flesh, staring up at her head tipped back, mouth open on a gasp. “Yeah, baby, fuck my mouth. Hard. Pull my hair and fuck me. Give it to me.”

“Everything.”

The word is merely a whisper. Barely audible over the flowing water, her gasps of pleasure, and my own blood rushing in my ears.

Everything.

She pushes up onto her toes to give me a better angle, and I shove two fingers up into her and refocus my attention on her clit. I suck the tiny pulsing bud between my lips and bite down.

Her nails claw at my head. “Jesus, Flynn.”

I curl my fingers inside her to find that perfect spot and pump them in time with the sucks and nips and bites until she’s squirming and gasping and begging me in a garbled language that isn’t recognizable as English. Her pussy tightens around my fingers like a vise, and I hold her steady when she tries to pull away from the pleasure I’m giving her.

“Flynn, I ca-I can’t…” She thrashes her head to side, fighting the impending orgasm and the attention to her over-sensitized clit. “I can’t come again.”

I tear my mouth from her and kiss across her inner thigh. “Yes, you can. You’re not going anywhere, baby, until you and I are done. And I’m nowhere close to being through with you.”

I’ll never be finished with her. I never could be.

Rachel Fury is it for me, and now that she’s here, at my mercy, I’m going to give her everything she’s every dreamed of and more.

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