Page 201 of Swallow Your Sorries

She bites her lip. “So, a new contract?”

“A new contract.”

I can’t help it. I lean in and kiss her soft lips. She’s so fucking soft, from her tits to her belly to her ass, I can see in the vanity mirror. “I’ve missed you, Dovey.”

“Awww. You don’t have anyone else to bully?”

She tries so hard to stay guarded. To remain indifferent, but her voice is already breathier.

“No. No one else to kiss,” I say, sucking on her bottom lip. “To touch.”

I cup the back of her head, pulling her up onto her tiptoes to kiss me. Then I slide my arms down her back and over her ass, forcing her legs open and swiping her pussy in the process as I scoop her up into my arms. Heat sears my stomach, right above my cock that’s kissing her hot opening. She’s so damn slippery and I know it has nothing to do with the water.

Surprisingly, she does exactly what I want by wrapping her legs around me.

“What are you doing?” she gasps, her fingers digging into my shoulder as I climb out of the tub and head for her bed.

“I already told you I wouldn’t take your pussy, your blood until I became someone to you. Now, I’ve changed my mind. I won’t fuck you until you tell me the truth.”

“I don’t fucking love—” she begins to protest, but then her lips fall open and a breathy moan escapes them. “Gant!”

I reach around her ass and slide two fingers into her entrance. Immediately she grips me so fucking tight my cock jumps, begging to be the one that’s stroking her instead.

“Is this what pussies that aren’t in love do?” I ask against her neck that I pepper with kisses. Her walls are damn near convulsing, greedily milking each digit.

“It’s called a natural reaction-ohhh.”

“But it doesn’t connect to your eyes if there’s no emotion involved. Look at me.”

I pull her hair and force her head back so I can stare into her eyes, and when I do, she can’t hide what’s swirling inside of them. “They don’t shine so bright if it’s not love. Your lips, they wouldn’t stay parted, hoping I’ll lean down and kiss them again until they’re swollen.”

“I don’t want to kiss you,” she whispers.

“Then why do you subconsciously keep leaning forward every time I pull away? Because you’re waiting, hoping, aching for another.”

To prove my point, I lick her lower lip and almost instantly she latches onto my tongue, sucking me closer until our lips meet and she’s moaning into my mouth. Minutes later, when I try to break the kiss, she lets out a whimper of disapproval and I slip my soaked fingers from her cunt to pinch her clit. Immediately she gasps, releasing my tongue, and I peer down into her hazy, half-closed eyes in victory.

“See. That’s the difference between love and lust. The first time I touched you in the ballet studio was lust. It’s different now. You want to hold me tight. You want every part of our bodies to connect, not just our sexes.”

I give her another little kiss and swirl her clit faster.

“Mmm.”

“Tell me it’s different now.”

She just tries to kiss me and I pull her hair so hard she arches her back and damn near falls from my arms, but I have a solid grip around her waist and in her sweet pulsing pussy.

“Tell me.”

I allow her to slip backwards onto the bed and settle between her thighs.

“It’s different now,” she whispers, a hand fisting in my hair.

Good.

“I never got my kiss,” I say, peppering kisses up her thigh until I reach her pussy. “Let me kiss you.”

She looks so sexy, staring down at me between her opened legs, her low lip wedged between her teeth, the undersides of her tits so full, her nipples so hard and pointed.

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