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But none of that matters to me. None of it holds my attention. Because all I see is the only woman I have ever loved with an immaculate body laid bare for me to adore and cherish.

“You’re staring,” she mutters, her breathing still accelerated.

“No, beauty, I’m admiring,” I banter.

An adorable smile brightens her face.

Gripping my hands to the insides of her thighs, I force her legs apart, and my cock throbs at the sight of her wet pussy exposed to me.

“You’re already so fucking wet,” I growl.

“No, shit, Jones. That’s how bad I want you.” She exhales a light laugh and I can’t resist a smile too.

But I also can’t look away. Her pretty, pink pussy is mesmerizing as it shimmers for me. I push my tongue out of my mouth and lick my lips. Keeping one hand on her thigh, I bring the pad of my thumb to her clit. She trembles at my touch.

I slide two fingers down her center until they find her opening so slick, that she’s practically dripping with arousal. Slipping inside, she releases a throaty moan. I hover over her and lower my lips to hers as I continue to tease her pussy with my fingers. Her hand wraps around to the back of my neck and I part her lips with my tongue.

Mia used to go fucking wild at the slightest touch to her clit. I want to give her what she craves, but I don’t want to finish her off so quickly. Not until I’ve at least tasted her.

Breaking off our kiss, I push up to my knees again. “Spread those legs for me, Peaches. My tastebuds need to be reminded of why I gave you that nickname.”

She complies without arguing, opening up her legs and pulling her knees toward her sides. A brutish groan expels from my throat as she stretches out making herself completely bare for me.

I can’t help from pressing my fingertips into her inner thighs and shoving her knees up even further. My stare is carnal while I wait for her reaction, finding myself desperate for it. She gasps and her eyes roll back.

“You’re so fucking flexible,” I growl, before I glide my tongue across her clit.

“Jones,” she hisses, and it sets my skin on fire.

I force her leg against the bed while I twirl my tongue, and she releases muffled moans. And when I lick her from her clit down to her pussy, she writhes beneath me. My tongue dives inside eagerly, and the feel of her along with the taste,sends memories flashing in my mind. She tastes as sweet and delectable as I remember.

Skidding a hand up her stomach, I reach for her tit and flick her nipple while I draw her clit in my mouth and suck.

“Jones,” she cries out.

“That’s it, Peaches. Say my name. Scream it while you fuck my tongue.”

And she does.

CHAPTER 12

Mia

Peaches.Jones gave me the nickname after the first time he went down on me. We had spent the day picking peaches in Palisade. After Jones drove us the three hours back to Maple Ridge, we lay in the bed of his truck looking up at the clear sky full of bright stars, eating peaches.

Jones started by teasing me with a slice of a peach to my lips. One thing led to another and before I knew it, Jones had me naked and was gliding the peach down my stomach and across my center. It was so arousing I didn’t even care about the stickiness. He licked and sucked my pussy like it was the peach he’d just been devouring.

He’s no different tonight.

Jones starts by taking his time, his tongue skimming across my clit and causing me to shiver. But he’s greedy and hungry. Before long, he’s feasting on me. I don’t hate his indulgence. In fact, I love it.

“Don’t stop, Jones,” I mumble nearly incoherently.

“Have you lost your mind, woman? Your pussy tastes so sweet I could eat you out every day.”

His words are spoken like a promise. One I wouldn’t mind making him keep. Because having him go down on me is a luxury I could get used to.

He picks up speed and his tongue slides up and down my center with a rushed tempo. But the faster he moves, the louder I scream his name and the harder I thrust against his tongue. The sensation causes bursts of satisfaction to build.

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