Page 17 of Spring Fling

Little does she know, I’m the one who has been waiting for her all this time.

Another soft hand comes around my balls and gives them a gentle tug. It’s all I can do not to pour my seed down her throat this second.

But I don’t want to come yet. Not until I can drive her every bit as wild as she’s made me.

“That’s enough,” I growl.

I pull her head back. She stares up at me, her lips swollen and her bright eyes wide with curiosity and arousal.

“I want to feel you come around my dick again,” I say, pulling her up toward me. “But first, I have to taste you.”

Brushing my lips against her mouth, I raise her body up more, bringing her knees to rest on either side of my shoulders. Gripping her ass, I give the smooth flesh a squeeze as I kiss her other lips.

The salty musk of her desire floods my senses. I groan into her pussy as my tongue rubs against her clit.

“Oh, Wade,” she croons. I glance up to see her tossing her head back. One of her hands pushes the hair away from her forehead. The other cups her breast.

I almost wish it was my hand. Though mine are happily occupied squeezing her ass cheeks and bringing her heat even closer to my mouth. I left her gasps and moans guide me, telling me when to apply more pressure and when to pull back.

Her thighs are quivering against my cheeks when she finally screams, “I’m about to come.”

I tear my mouth away and flip our bodies over. She grasps for me as I thrust inside of her, my hard cock pounding as her pussy clamps around me.

We find our releases within seconds of each other. She cries my name and I shout something even I don’t understand.

It’s tempting to collapse on top of her. But I move to my side so I won’t crush her.

“That was…” She pauses to take several shallow breaths. Her chest is rising up and down every bit as fast as mine.

“I know.” I kiss her bare shoulder. “It keeps getting better.”

She turns her head to grin at me. “Every time.”

“Imagine how good we’ll be twenty years from now.”

She makes a non-committal sound and, blinking rapidly, turns her gaze back up to the ceiling. “I’ll be right back.”

Shifting out of the bed, she scoops a towel up from the foot of the bed and makes her way to the bathroom. My brows knit together. Did I say something to upset her? She didn’t seem mad exactly. But the air around us definitely shifted.

I lie there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, listening to the sound of the bathroom door clicking shut.

The bed is still warm from her body. The air still smells like her skin and her hair and the salt of our sweat.

Everything in me feels loose, wrecked in the best way. Satisfied. Hopeful in a way I haven’t felt in years.

And yet…

I frown up at the ceiling. The shift had been subtle, but it was there. One minute she was laughing, breathless against me. The next she was pulling away.

Was it something I said? Something I did?

I scrub a hand over my face, pushing myself upright. I reach over to the nightstand where my phone is buzzing quietly.

Maybe it’s work. Maybe it’s one of my friends checking in.

Instead, it’s an alert from an app I almost forgot about.

The dating app.

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