Page 99 of Speak of the Devil

Popularity came easily based on our looks in high school. Some people never change, putting weight on stuff that’s not as important as who a person is on the inside.

I peer over her shoulder and smile when I see the girl beside me at eighteen. Leaning down, I tap the photo. “Look at that beauty. Wonder what she’s up to these days?” I smirk when Cat giggles.

“No one would believe it.”

“Everyone would believe it. You don’t see yourself properly.”

Rubbing the back of my leg, she angles her head back and puckers, calling me for a kiss. As my lips press against hers, I realize this is one in a million. A million more kisses span our lifetime, and if she lets me, I’ll double it. Returning to the page, she says, “It’s how I felt on the inside. Invisible to the world.”

I move around to the other chair and sit down on the side facing her. I don’t know what to say to make this right for her. I don’t think it’s something I can fix. Resting my hand on her ankle, I watch as she sits there with the sun shining in her eyes.“You were never invisible to me. I wasn’t brave enough for you. I wasn’t ready to be what you needed.”

Sitting forward, she smiles with the sweetest expression embedded into her pretty face. “You don’t have to be a knight in shining armor for me. I can save myself. I always have. But at eighteen, you were the perfect crush for me.”

I move over to the end of her chair, pushing the yearbook closer to her. “What about at thirty-one?”

Her cheeks pinken, and she leans forward to whisper, “At thirty-one, I get to call you husband.”

Leaning forward, I push up on my knee, shoving the yearbook aside. The book hits the deck as I kiss my wife like she deserves to be. She fumbles with my shirt, dragging it up my body until I sit up and tug it off over my head. When she starts on the button to my jeans, I still her hands. “We can’t. Not out here.”

She looks around but then turns back with confusion, stitching her eyebrows together. “The neighbors can’t see us. I don’t see any houses facing us.”

“It’s not about the neighbors. It’s about the long lenses.”

“Oh . . .” She steals a quick but shuddering breath, and then says, “Let’s go inside then.”

I’m on my feet and scooping her into my arms. Her long hair hangs over my arms, and her giggles are a shot of happiness to my heart. I don’t bother closing the door. It’s dark enough in here compared to outside to fuck up some shutter speeds. I lay her on the couch, reaching down to help her take off some of those clothes, but she sits up. “No.”

“No?” She was giving me every green flag. She’s the one who wanted to come inside.Fuck. I can’t say I’m not disappointed. On the outside of the jeans, I adjust my dick because they’re feeling too tight with an erection.

“No. I mean, yes. God yes.” Her eyes almost roll back in her head just saying the words. “I want to please you first.”

“You always please me, babe.”

“I know.” She stands, walking me backward until the backs of my legs hit the chair. She lowers, undoing my pants and then dragging them down.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She gives a little shove to my chest, causing me to sit in the chair.

Lowering to her knees, she pulls the jeans from my body, then looks up at me. “I’m hungry.” Her hand rubs over my cock and goes higher to my waistband to start taking my boxer briefs off.

“Let’s get you fed then.” My dick springs free as the underwear is tugged down and discarded.

Sitting back on her heels in front of me, she strips her shirt away, then frees her tits from the lace wrapped around her. I reach forward, toying with her pink tips that are already hard for me.

She leans forward, dragging them along my legs as she slides into place. Her hand takes the base, and her mouth takes the end. Swirling her tongue around, I sink lower as the feeling overwhelms my other thoughts.

Her and me.That’s all that matters.

Sliding her mouth over my hard dick, the tip of her tongue teases under the ridge and then swipes over the top again. “You taste so good, like my favorite candy.”

“Fuck me, baby.” I dig my fingers into her hair and hold her close. When she takes me into her mouth again, I lean back and devour the view before my lids fall, and I give in to the feel, the pressure, the scrape of her teeth up my length, and the intensity of her tongue tracing the vein on her way down again.

I force my eyes open to see her suck me so hard that her cheeks hollow and her breath stalls in her chest. She comes upand gasps for air before the exquisite torture starts again. And again.

Her eyes are closed, but they open and fix on mine. I hold her head steady and start pumping into her mouth. “So fucking beautiful. You take what you need. You take everything, sweetheart.”

The pace quickens, her moans becoming louder as she takes every thrust and most of my dick down her throat. When one of her hands slips down between her legs, her eyes close as her breathing jags.

“Come back, pussycat.”

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