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I straddle his face, not quite sitting down.

“Relax,” he moaned and his tongue darted out once again teasing my clit.

A shiver racked my body that was still tender from the orgasm moments before. Zane’s hands grabbed at my ass and locked me into place, and slowly I began to grind against his mouth.

The same mouth that had tortured me for four years.

“That’s it Stank, give daddy your pussy,” he growled low and hard before sticking his tongue back inside of me.

Before I knew it, he was sucking so hard he had me gasping for air. I eased forward gripping his powerful muscular thighs and then it happened.

Another orgasm began to build.

“Fuccckkk!” I moaned, unable to deny myself.

This man had just given me two orgasms.

Two orgasms that had made me forget how much I hated him.

Don’t fall for him, I thought before I went over the edge and came all over his face.

ZANE

Sunlight had come dancing in through the window, and all I could do was admire how Emmy’s body glowed. She was sleeping but she’d woke me up because of her screams.

I’d tried to gently wake her, wondering what could be causing her so much pain in her dreams.

Finally, with a loud audible gasp she sat straight up, grabbing at her throat. Tears streamed down her face as she turned to me looking like a deer caught in headlights.

“Hey,” I whispered. “It’s okay. It was only a dream.”

Emmy dabbed at her eyes, and the moment embarrassment came over her I knew. She was ready to flee.

In quick jerking movements, she was out of the bed and looking for her clothes.

“I…I need to go,” she had on one of my huge gray New Orleans Pelicans shirts that had faded with time.

“Emmy, wait. Calm down. You haven’t even had breakfast yet,” I murmured.

“Look,” she said. “I shouldn’t be here. Last night, as good as it was…shouldn’t have happened.”

Taking a deep breath, I continued to watch her search for her missing clothes.

“Oh my God, where is my goddamn shirt!”

Finally, unable to take another second of her frantic searching, I flipped my bed sheet back and hopped out of bed. I was still naked from the night before but I didn’t care.

“Do you have no shame?” She called after me.

Her shirt was still in the living room where I’d tossed it last night. I turned to find her standing behind me, grimacing.

“Here,” I handed the shirt to her.

She shyly took the shirt and I knew she was trying to avoid looking down at my dick. I stepped in and whispered to her.

“I made you come four times last night, shame went out the window the second you set on my face.”

Emerald’s eyes grew wide and she shuffled away from me. “Again, this shouldn’t have happened.”

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