Page 819 of The Tempted

I feed off her, lapping at her clit, sucking on it until her hands are in my hair, pulling it begging me to take her over the edge.

Not yet.

Girl needs to squirm a little. That’s right, grind on me girl.

“Blackie…” She shrieks as I slip two fingers insider her.

“Give it to me, girl,” I grunt against her pussy, pumping my fingers to the same beat my tongue is playing.

Give me something to dream of when I’m off the grid.

Give me something to remember in case I break my promise to you and can’t come back.

I feel her tighten around my fingers, hear her cry out in ecstasy as I continue to selfishly take my memory from her, ingraining it to my mind, body and soul as she loses control over my mouth. Her body goes lax after the tremors subside and I slowly pull my mouth away from her. I lift my eyes to hers and lick my lips, savoring the taste to my palette.

“Fuck, Blackie,” she says breathless, dropping to her knees as she takes my face with her hands. Leaning forward, her tongue sneaks out tasting what’s left behind of her on my mouth.

“You like that don’t you? That’s all you, girl,” I speak against her mouth. Taking hold of her face I pull back and stare into her dark eyes, only they’re not dark with demons but dark with lust.

On our knees, arms wrapped around one another, mouths fused together, the both of us wishing tomorrow never comes.

But it does.

And I kiss Lacey goodbye, promise to come back to her and pray that I do.

I love you, girl.

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