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WELCOME HOME

BASIL

“Ididn’t lock up,” Summer gasped as I kissed her while we took the stairs.

“Meadow will take care of it.” I nuzzled her neck, my front to her back, my hands cupping her tits as she opened the door of her apartment.

The air was pleasant with the scent of patchouli and sandalwood.

Her hips swayed as she walked in, her long, auburn hair cascading down her back like a fucking waterfall of sin. She wore a flowy, boho dress that clung to her curves in all the right places, the fabric brushing against me like a whisper of what was to come.

I fucking devoured her with my eyes. I was a starving man about to feast, and my cock straining against the fabric of my tailored slacks. “You’ve been driving me insane,” I growled, my voice low and dripping with hunger.

Summer’s lips curled and made my pulse fucking race. “Months apart, and you’re still obsessed with me,” she purred, her voice like silk wrapping around me. She stepped closer, her fingers trailing up my chest, nails scraping lightly over my shirt. “You’ve missed this, haven’t you?”

“Fuck yes,” I hissed, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her hard against me. She let out a moan when she felt my erection pressing into her, her body responding to mine, softening.

For the past months while wedatedwe had kissed, made out a little, but we hadn’t sealed the deal, and I had the bluest balls on the fucking West Coast.

Her hands moved to my belt, undoing it. She dropped to her knees like she was worshipping at the altar of my cock. I groaned as she freed me from my pants, and my thick, throbbing length sprang free. She didn’t waste a second, her lips parted, and she took me into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head before I sank deeper into her.

“Jesus fuck,” I groaned, my hands tangling in her hair as she sucked me.

Her mouth was warm and wet, her lips tight around my shaft as she bobbed her head, taking me deeper and deeper until I was hitting the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, the sound sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

She pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to my cock, and looked up at me with those fucking doe eyes.

“I’ve missed this, too,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

I pulled her up and slid her dress off her arms until it fell to the floor in a pool of fabric, revealing her perfectly toned body—the result of years of yoga. Her tits were perky and full, her nipples hard and begging for attention. Her hips were fucking divine, leading down to that tight little pussy I’d been dreaming about for months.

I picked her up bridal style and carried her to bed. I lay on top of her, holding her captive, not that she was trying to break free, not the way her hips were pushing against mine.

My mouth found her tits, suckling, biting, licking until she was writhing beneath me.

“I missed these babies.”

I slid my hand between her legs, my fingers going through her wet folds. I groaned at how fucking ready she was for me.

“God, you’re soaked,” I muttered, my finger circling her clit before I jammed two fingers into her just the way she liked it. She arched her back, moaning my name as I fucked her with my fingers, curling them just enough to hit that sweet spot inside her.

“Basil, please,” she begged, her legs spreading wider, inviting me in.

“I haven’t been with anyone….” I was barely able to get the words out. We didn’t use condoms. She was on the shot, but it had been months and…

“Just get in,” she snapped.

“Have you?”

“Sure. Men love to fuck women who are crying over their exes all night every night.”

“Oh, Sunshine.”I hated that I hurt her. I absolutely fucking loathed myself for it.

“Not now, not when I’m seconds away from heaven.” She was smiling, telling me to let the past go because she had.

Fuck, I was one lucky son of a bitch!

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