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Two little words I’ll never forget for the rest of my life.
I oblige, barely nipping at her most sensitive area. Then I hollow my cheeks, lips latched around her clit, like I need to soothe the ache.
“Harder,” she pleads as she hooks her ankle around my shoulder.
Make that three words I’ll never forget.
“Good God, Lennox. You’re so fucking sexy. But I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Trust me.Please.I can take it. I’m about to come so hard.”
After a couple of sweet strokes, I clamp her little button between my teeth, giving her a little pressure. Her hips buck so hard my whole face is buried into her pussy as she fists my hair, gripping it like she’s holding onto a handle for dear life. The symphony of hisses and gasps coming from her has me so hard, I have to unbutton my jeans to relieve the pressure.
I kiss her inner thighs, staying close until her breathing calms and her legs relax. She pushes back on my shoulders as she sits up. I wrap my hands behind her back, supporting her weight. Using her thumb, she wipes her arousal from my lips. “You’re ridiculous. I’ve been packing boxes, dancing, and drinking all night. You didn’t have to do that.”
I smile at her. “Want to know what you taste like?”
“No,” she says flatly.
I laugh and answer anyway. “Delicious. Like the last pussy I’ll ever crave.”
She places both palms against my cheeks. “How the hell did this happen in just a few hours? Are we really about to start our happily ever after?”
“All I know is right now, my happily ever after is between your thighs. Lay down. Let me take care of you again.”
She smiles. “How about you let me take care of you?”
I lift my brows. “I thought you wanted sweet.”
“I changed my mind. I just want to make you happy.”
Leaning forward, I touch my lips to hers. “You do.”
She kisses me back, slipping her tongue between my lips briefly. Then a kiss to each cheek before she tugs at the hem of my polo. I hunch over so it’s easier for her to pull off my shirt. She lobs it to the driver’s seat. Biting her bottom lip, she scours my bare chest. “I used to never let myself look,” she mumbles. She follows up by dragging her nails gently from my shoulders, over my pecs, and down my abs. Her nails are short, and she’s far from breaking skin, but she leaves light pink streaks against my skin.How does she know how much this turns me on?
“Mr. Hessler, have me your way.” The expression on her face is sugary and clouded over like she’s lost in a haze.
“You’ll meet my dark side later. Right now, you need to know my real intentions.”
“Which are?”
“Taking care of you. So tell me, how do you want me to fuck you for the first time?”
She blinks a few times, carefully considering her response. “Fuck me like you’ve been waiting to for three whole years, Dex.”
The look on her face is tortured. Full of lustful need. As much as I want to stay lost in her eyes, I stand up, head knocking against the roof of the car, and unbutton my pants. “Climb on. I want to see your eyes and your tits.”
She waits patiently as I push down my pants and free one leg completely. I can feel her eyes on my erection. Once she’s aware of what she’s getting into, she straddles my thighs.
Fisting my hard cock in one hand, I run my hands from her shoulder over her soft, round breast, pausing to roll her nipple between my fingers. I used to get hard just imagining what her nipples must look like. I’d always seen the outline in her bikini tops or a few glances through thin, white tank tops when her wet hair was soaking her shirt after a swim. My mouth would water thinking about how’d they feel against my tongue.
I duck my head and take a mouthful. Swiveling my tongue around her taut nipple, teasing it with my teeth. Toggling to the other side, my hand replaces my mouth.
My attention is fully lost in her chest when she asks, “Do we need a condom?”
“Do you have one?” I ask, glancing at her satchel on the ground. That’d be surprising. She’s had a boyfriend for a long time. I doubt she carries protection.
She nods. “Alan doesn’t trust birth control. He always insisted.”