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I fucking want her.

And I won’t lose out on another moment with her. I could have lost her forever, but she’s here and she wants me too and I won’t say no to her. Not again.

With open mouths, our tongues curl around one another in desperate need to feel that connection that’s been smoldering between us for weeks. To taste, explore and finally find the true half of each other.

I slide my hands under her short skirt and grip her perfect bare ass as I lift her into the air. No instruction needed; she wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her to my bedroom.

As if in a dream, I don’t know who I am at this moment as I continue to tongue-fuck the love of my life… my fucking best friend’s ex.

I push Owen from my mind. God, I want her.

I have wanted her for so long.

“You’re gonna be trouble,” I mumble against her lips between our desperate kisses.

My cock now rock-hard, my heart racing, I can’t think straight or remember how we got here.

Soft hands rub the back of my head and beard as if she’s memorizing every inch of me, dousing me in her intoxicating scent.

Reaching the foot of my bed, knowing she’s probably still fragile from her ordeal, I lower her gently onto the mattress. She looks up at me with bright eyes. Confidence oozes out of her, eager to seal us together, forever, finally.

As she moves up the bed, she lifts her legs, then widens them for me in an invitation, treating me to a sliver of white lace between her legs.

I lift the hem of my light gray tee shirt, pulling it up and over my head, then move to the zipper on my black jeans to unzip and remove them too.

Watching every move I make, her eyes wander over my body.

I rub my cock through my boxers and groan. It’s aching.

Aching for her as precum leaks from my tip.

She giggles at my choice of underwear. “I like your Batman boxers.” She stares at the giant logo across my crotch.

“Your hero.” I wink.

“Your dick or you?”

“Both.”

She laughs again as she undresses, arching her back off the bed to allow her to pull her fitted white tee shirt up over her head, at the same time shucking her chunky shoes off, making them land on the floor with athud. Unclipping her lace bra, she unthreads her arms from the straps and throws that away too.

She curls her finger, beckoning me; her bold eyes full of heat rake my body.

We’ve seen each naked before, but this, this is different.

Having her laid out on my bed, waiting for me, wanting me, it’s next level.

On my hands and knees, I crawl to her and wedge myself between her legs until we are face to face.

“Are we really doing this?” I ask.

“Yes, we are.”

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SKYE

So much has changed. I’ve changed, but Icannotandwill notsit back and let the world go by as I watch on.

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