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“Yes!”

“Shh… my daughter is sleeping and you will not wake her up.” I removed my fingers from inside her and smacked her on the ass.

“Yes, Sir. Please…” she begged.

I moved my hand up to her throat and gripped it. “Climb up on top of me.”

She did, but I never moved my hand.

“Unfasten my jeans and move them out of the way. Boxers, too.”

As she did, I let her go to retrieve two condoms from the drawer. When she had me undressed from the waist down, I was putting on the condom. She got back into position and so did I. Hand on her throat.

“Put my dick inside you. Take your time. I want to savor this first time.”

She did, and I closed my eyes as she lowered onto me.

“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah…” I pulled her to me, kissing her mouth when her lips touched mine. I controlled the kiss, how hard she rode me, and the way her body surrendered to me.

She rode me with finesse, rolling her hips to take me deeper, bouncing to create delicious fucking friction, wetting me up to make it sweet enough. I almost forgot the good stuff since she felt so damn right. I bit down on her lip and she winced. Tightening my grip on her neck, she groaned. But how I knewshe liked it was that she rode me harder, struggled when she came down, shivering and trying not to come, though it was inevitable.

“Keep that same energy,” I said to her when I broke free from her mouth.

I bit the side of her neck, down her chest, and sucked on her nipples as she bucked against me. Now we were getting somewhere. Her moans grew louder, and I moved my hand from her throat to inside her mouth, fucking it with my fingers. It was then, with the two digits being sucked, my dick deep inside her, and my other hand gripping her ass, that she came the first time. The second time was when I put my fingers inside her anally. But the third…

I’d moved on top of her, fastened her ankles to the headboard, and dropped my shaft into her like she was the last thing I’d ever get into. She felt magnificent and pounding into her from this angle made her squirt onto my stomach. I knew it hurt, cause I felt the pain too, but it was the good kind. The one that clapped back and made you focus on it instead of whatever the hell else existed. Getting back to the sting, the wetness, her heat, her quiver, the squeals she tried to hide into the pillow that I desperately wanted to hear. Her pussy spoke to me, taunted me to hit that same spot again. It was like an earthquake lived in her body and was about to tear that shit down. I thrived inside her. Made shit happen. It was about to get worse because the shaking wouldn’t stop and neither was I. She gripped the pillow in a bear hug to her face as she screamed out her orgasm.

“Fuck!” I roared. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!”

I came too, giving her that same body-seizing momentum she’d given me.

I exhaled long and hard as I kept coming inside her.

“What the fuck?” I cursed when it felt like it was never-ending. My leg shook, and I gripped her thighs tight as I triedto hold on. Knocked on my ass, I did the only thing I could do. Moved the fucking pillow from her face and kissed her.

Maybe rewards weren’t so bad after all.

LAUREN

Salt became part of my day. Texts and calls to keep the silly grin on my face and rough sex at night. He gave me days to recover, but then he was right back to giving it to me just the way I needed it. I saw him almost every day and talked to him multiple times daily. That’d become my routine for the next few weeks. So when I didn’t get a call from him during my lunch today, I realized the issue. My day turned bad quickly because I hadn’t heard from him. Not a call or a text, and it’d turned everything upside down.

However, this wasn’t a relationship. More of a situation ship–something to tide us both over until we were on to something serious. A state of reaping the benefits of a relationship without the constraints floating around. Even more reason for me not to have a reason to be bugging out.

Today was also the day that the social worker was supposed to go see Neriah at home with her mother. I’d tried to stay away from the case as much as possible because my interest wasunbiased. I’d seen how she’d flourished with Salt getting her every day from the center. He’d confessed to me he wanted sole custody of her, but that he knew Tanya would make it difficult. I explained that he needed to give her the fight of her life if that’s what he truly wanted.

He’d changed up her room, making it a more permanent place for her to live. The fun stuff, toys, and all were still there. He’d added books and a place for her to study for school when she started. He’d also bought her some learning toys, and he sat with her to teach her things that she should have known already. I’d shown him where she should be academically and where she was. She wasn’t too far off the mark, but he was dedicated to getting her caught up and even to excel. He admitted to not wanting to push her too hard, but if consuming education was her thing, he wanted to give her the option.

What I loved the most was that though we were together, he focused on her until she was asleep. Then he put all his energy into me. He balanced it well, keeping me involved when she was awake, but I also recognized that she came first as it should be. He also didn’t make me feel like I was wasting my time by being with him. On the days when either of us had something to do, we did it and met up afterward.

So for me to be sitting here like he’d deprived me of something when I hadn’t… Sulking because I hadn’t had my daily dose of Salt was ridiculous. Casual. It was important for me to understand that this was supposed to be a no-strings-attached arrangement and I needed to accept that. I could handle things if he wasn’t around. Playing the role of an awestruck girl wasn’t a role in this movie.

By nightfall, I was worried. I hadn’t heard from him all day. When I’d called him, it went straight to voicemail. Breathing through it all, I got some sleep to allow the chips to fall how they may. If this was his way of ending things, so be it.

Easier said than done.

Because I had worried about what’d happened today with Neriah. I’d also wondered if he was okay. It wasn’t like him not to communicate, and it made me think that something was wrong.

At three a.m. I woke to my pussy being licked. On the verge of an orgasm, I swore aloud.

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