Page 163 of First Chance

“I still can’t believe you did this,” she says under her breath, tracing the lines of her body on my ribs.

“I was going to wait until you left, I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about it, but Hayes had the tattoo gun out yesterday and I couldn’t wait any longer.”

“How is he?”

“Not sure, he didn’t talk much. But he’ll fill me in when he’s ready.”

“I guess I won’t ever find out what the drama was about,” she laughs sadly.

I pull her into my chest, feeling the exact moment her warm tears mix with the hot water streaming down on us.

Just tell her to stay.

Beg on your knees.

Don’t let her leave.

Once the water turns cold, I usher her out, drying her with a towel until it’s damp.

“Take me to bed,” she whispers, kissing my chest.

“Jo, it might hurt…”

“Everything already hurts, Lochlan.” She looks up at me with so much sadness in her eyes, and I know they’re a reflection of mine.

I can’t give her the world, but I can give her this one last thing.

My lips take hers, and I lift her, wrapping her thighs around my waist, carrying her to my bedroom one last time.

I don’t drop her on the bed, I lay her down gently, covering her body with mine as if it will kill me to separate myself…

I just need to taste every part of her… One last time.

My lips skim down her neck and across her beautiful breasts, sucking and biting her soft skin until she’s squirming beneath me. I lick down her stomach and moan when I taste her sweet pussy.

My tongue swirls her clit and then I suck the nub into my mouth and she gasps, grinding against my face.

Her fingers grip my hair, fucking my face with abandon when my tongue fills her tight hole.

A switch has been flipped this morning. This isn’t soft and gentle like last night; this feels urgent.

Desperate.

“Fuck me, Lochlan,” she begs, but I keep devouring her, soaking her pussy with my tongue because I know if she tries to take my cock, the repercussions from last night will sting.

“Cum for me first, baby.” I fuck her with my tongue, rubbing her clit erratically until I know she’s about to burst.

Her hands claw across my scalp and her hips buck, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she cries out, squeezing my tongue with her orgasm.

“Good girl.” I get to my knees in front of her, lining our hips up, and she watches in fascination as I spit. My saliva drips onto the head of my cock where it’s braced to enter her, swirling it around her opening. “Take a deep breath.”

I watch her chest heave, and I drive into her, filling her to the hilt.

“FUCK!” She screams, her eyes rolling back in her head.

I don’t move, I wait for her to adjust, and when she blinks up at me, I pull out and do it again.

“Tell me to stop,” I beg her, needing her to right my self-control.

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