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“I’ve fucking missed you. Missed this pussy.”

His tongue makes delicious work of my center before spearing my opening and plunging deep. “I want your cock,” I tell him because my mind is not my own at the moment. “No one…no one can fuck me like you do.”

The urge to come is too great.

“You’re damn right, sweetheart. This is what giving over control feels like. Feels fucking freeing, huh?”

“Yessss.” He laps up my wetness and his eyes lift to meet mine. Although we’re both lost in a haze, the sincerity in his eyes isn’t lost on me. Jones gazes at me like someone would a person they spend every hour thinking about.

Someone they adore.

Someone they care deeply for.

Someone they see standing on the edge of eternity with.

It’s an unfamiliar feeling for me. I spent years pouring all of myself into a loveless marriage, and all I ever wanted in return was an equal partnership.

One like Jones has offered me from the start. It may not have been a serious relationship in the beginning, but he accepted me as I am, and even then, I never once felt alone.

“Let it all go, Capri. Let yourself feel.”

Two thick fingers enter my opening and curve, meeting the spot that sends me over the edge.

“Ohhhh. Jones. I’m…I’m…”

He finds my clit and rolls the swollen bud between his teeth. My whole body rolls in waves of euphoria as tingles rush down my spine and my toes curl.

“Yes you are, beautiful girl. You’re coming on my tongue as you should.”

Once my breathing steadies, I expect Jones to pull away, but he doesn’t. He licks me clean, leaving no trace of my cum behind. He sucks his fingers to the knuckle and I’m ready for round two.

The bulge in his jeans confirms how turned on he is, and I feel like a cheat. I nod before saying, “Let me help you out with that.”

Jones grins and runs a hand through his thick locks. “Up.”

I love when he demands things from me. He pulls my panties and shorts up, righting them into place before placing a soft kiss on my stomach. “Next time.” He grins. “Consider it an IOU.”

“But it won’t take long,” I argue, clearly starving myself.

He laughs. “Oh, I’m aware. Pretty sure I could bust in my jeans right now.” Jones pulls me in for a hug before whispering into my hair. “We have nothing but time, sweetheart. I want you to be ready. That’s important to me.”

How can I even argue with that?

He’s saying everything I could ever want.

“Okay, then. Consider me in your debt.” I smile.

“Just one more thing.” My brows rise.

“Permission to kiss you again? Cause I’d really fucking like to, Capri.”

The light in my eyes is all the confirmation he could ever need.

Kissing Jones again feels right. Like I’ve waited my whole life to be kissed like this.

My only worry is, will it last?

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