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But the words dried in my throat as I lifted myself and hovered right over her body, hands still on her thighs.

She lifted her head, eyes locking right onto mine. She didn’t pull away, though my face was dangerously close to hers. Her eyes dropped to my lips, and I couldn’t help but think about the scar. The scar my cocky younger self got from Father Frazier.

“Can I kiss you, Psalm?” I whispered, lips brushing hers. A tingling sensation rushed through me, like electricity waking my body.

“Please,” she whispered.

My lips instantly pressed to her, and I let go of her thighs to cup her face.

Psalm sighed into my mouth, reaching up to place her fingers on the back of my neck. I tasted her, all of her. Our lips moved perfectly like we’ve done this before, but we haven’t. A whimper escaped her, and she pushed her hips to mine more.

A groan escaped me as I imagined myself in this outfit, taking her. I would kill for that moment, but she might be too sore, and I might be pushing my luck.

My hand dropped, finger running over her core. She whimpered again, and I realized I could give her other pleasure. Pushing my luck once again, I thumbed the side of her pants.

She caught on, her finger dropping to push off her leggings. She groaned into my mouth with each sore movement. Then she settled down.

I pulled back with a small lip smack and looked down. She was, of course, in a red thong and I craved to rip it off. Red was my favorite color. My finger pushed the thong lace to the side as I rubbed the pad of my finger against her clit.

She stiffened, mouth parting into a moan.

My eyes moved up her body, stopping right on her breasts. My other hand pushed up her shirt, taking in all the tattoos she had. Until I stopped right before her breasts.

Psalm sat up, making me pull back. Maybe she didn’t want this. Instead, she took off the last bit of her clothing. A drop of sweat dripped down my spine as I looked at the beautiful, tattooed goddess in front of me. Her breasts were round and calling for my mouth to pull on the barred nipple.

She cupped my face, pulling me back into a kiss and down her.

I would do anything to bury my cock into her, but I thought it might be too much for her body.

My fingers pushed between us and found her bare pussy. I pushed her thong to the side and buried my fingers inside of her.

She cried, shuttering below me.

It made me moan, though I’d never just moaned from pleasing someone else. My fingers followed a pace, feeling her soaking wet around me.

She tightened around my two fingers, making me moan. I want it to be my cock.

Should I push her that far?

“Fuck!” She cried into my mouth, hips moving to my pace. I found her g-spot, finger grazing it over and over. My thumb extended and rubbed right against her clit. “Osiris.”

I moaned, pulling back. My head dipped, and I slipped her nipple into my hot mouth. She arched, letting my tongue run over her nipple.

Her breath picked up, and my finger kept the pace, rubbing that sweet spot inside of her. Her left fingers entangled in my hair and pulled me to her breast more.

My teeth bit down a bit and that set her off. Her back was arching, cries filling the room. Her moan hitched, breath growing heavier. I didn’t stop until I felt the liquid rushing down my hand. She cried; head thrown back.

My eyes looked up, seeing her spent from her orgasm. Good girl, I thought, pulling back from her high.

My fingers were soaking wet, and I moaned at the taste when I ran my tongue over them. My dick was painfully hard, needing a release, but I didn’t care about that.

There was a beautiful girl, breathing hard below me, needing self-care.

My hand pulled down her red thong, pocketing it before I grabbed her hips and lifted it. Instantly her arms and legs wrapped around me, painfully pressing my hard cock against her.

“Are you going to fuck me now, Osiris?”

My cock twitched at the words, “Fuck me now, Osiris.” Despite wanting to bury my cock so deep inside of her, I didn’t want to do anymore. She was exhausted, needed a bath and food and water. I needed to take care of her. “No,” I finally said, setting her on her bathroom sink.