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I stop her and shake my head. Traveling the length of her torso, I stop when I’m face to face with her pussy, her sweet scent filling my nose. I love how quickly her body responds to me, always willing and eager to come at my touch.

The front of her dark-pink panties is damp from her arousal, and I can’t fight the sudden need to taste her. I suck her clit into my mouth through the scant material, then slide it to the side for another lick, but of her bare sex.

She tastes just as sweet as she smells, and my dick throbs because of it. But not today. Tonight, all I want to do is watch her fall apart as I pull one orgasm after another from her body.

“Don’t moan,” I challenge.

She wiggles in place, her breathing coming out in bursts while she waits for me to start. I flip the toy back to the lowest setting and press it over her budding hood. She sighs and licks her lips, her eyes closing simultaneously.

A second later, I increase the pressure to the next level, and she gets wetter, her juices drenching her slit.

“A—” she starts but catches herself.

I grin, already feeling victorious. She’s holding in her cries now, but I’m certain she’ll cave or look hot as fuck trying not to. Pushing her legs farther apart, I bring my face closer to her sex and run my tongue between her folds.

Over and over, I lick her hole and continue to use the stimulator on her clit. Slowly I increase the speed, and she struggles, even more, to keep quiet. Latoya attempts to scoot away, groaning when I lock my arm around her leg, anchoring her in place.

Soon all I can hear are her rapid pants and the buzzing of the sex toy over the sound of the shower shutting off. That means we have about three minutes before JJ is finished with his nightly routine and looking for one of us to tuck him in.

“Stop,” she breathes out. “JJ’s done showering.”

“Then you better come before he leaves the bathroom.”

“Mm,” she whines but doesn’t stop me.

I prop up my elbows and slide one finger into her heat. She grips me but instantly relaxes around my middle finger. Pulling out, I rub her wetness up to her clit and then tease her with the vibrator. Then I enter her again, adding a second digit, aiming for her G-spot.

She tries to close her legs at the same time that her walls contract around me. Her pussy muscles pulsing on the verge of erupting. I flick my wrist, and she fucks my hand, her body thrashing through her release.

Latoya grabs the pillow from behind her, using it to muffle the moan that rips from her lungs. I shut off the toy and drop it beside her, but I don’t stop fingering her. Even though she’s already come, I continue stroking her spot, determined to get one more climax before it’s too late.

“Um,” she hums into the pillow still. “God, I love you.”

The words slip from her mouth, barely audible against the pillow, but I heard them. It may have been sex-induced, but she said it. For the first time since we’ve reconnected, she’s said those three little words.

Then she’s limp, her limbs like putty and the only indication she’s alive is the rise and fall of her chest. I push back off the bed, the biggest smile on my face and the most painful hard-on I’ve ever had.

“I didn’t know you could get so wet,” I admit and head into the attached master bath for a damp cloth.

She’s set the pillow to the side by the time I return, but she still hasn’t moved—spread-eagle with her arms stretched out. When I clean her off, she flinches, her pussy still sensitive. As I walk to hang up the washcloth, I hear JJ’s door open, and a second later, his voice.

“Mommy, it’s your turn to tuck me in,” he yells.

“I’m coming,” she replies and rubs her hand over her hair.

She sits up on her elbows, her gaze finding mine with her fuck face still lingering. It looks like a job well done, and the little smirk she gives tells some that she wants to hate me for it. We hear the patter of his tiny footfalls before they’re muffled, which means he’s probably made it to his room.

“You’re evil.” She lustfully glares at me.

“You’re welcome.”

She chuckles. “Cocky ass.” Latoya stands and snags her robe that hangs on the bathroom door.

I slap her ass on the way out into the hall, stealing one last kiss and snatching the blanket from the floor. Latoya follows behind me and crosses the hall to JJ’s room, and I return to the living room to finally work on those emails.

CHAPTER TWENTY

LATOYA

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