Page 59 of Hello Heartbreaker

She liked to be praised; that would be easy to do.

I dipped two fingers in her, then three as I ate her juicy pussy, working her from every angle, one hand reaching up to tweak her nipples, one inside her and my tongue tasting my sweet Maggie Ray.

“Fuck, Rhett.Fuck,Rhett.” Her cries became incoherent, closer together. I felt her building around my fingertips and kept going, knowing I was giving my girl exactly what she wanted.

She screamed out in the middle of the countryside, her walls crashing around my fingers, taking me wave after wave.

I kept going until every pulse had subsided and she lay limp on the couch, the sun falling on her glistening skin. She had me so hard, I knew I’d be seeing this in my mind’s eye as I made myself come tonight.

I stepped back, wiping my face with my shirt.

She looked up at me, cheeks flushed, hair falling out of her ponytail. “What about you?” she asked.

I shook my head. “Today was about you.”

Her lips parted.

“You. Only you. On my shirt. On my face. On my tongue.”

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MAGNOLIA

I walkedin the front door of my house and yelled, “CAM!”

She turned on the couch, looking up from the crochet project she had in her lap as she watched reality TV. “YOU DON’T HAVE TO YELL. I’M RIGHT HERE.”

My eyes were wide as I leaned back against the front door. “Rhett made me come.”

“HOLY SHIT!” she yelled.

“I KNOW!” I yelled back.

She set aside her crocheting and beat on the couch cushion next to her. “Tell meeverything.”

I ran over to her, dropping onto the cushion, images of a completely different couch flashing through my mind. “So he took me fishing and brought his couch there so I had something to sit on.”

“That’s so sweet,” she said, “but FAST FORWARD TO THE SEX.”

“He ate me out in the middle of the country where anyone could have driven by and seen us.”

“Hot,” she said, biting her fingernails. “And then?”

I bit my lips together. “I asked if he wanted me to take care of him, and he said,” I lowered my voice, “Today was about you. Only you. On my shirt. On my face. On my tongue.”

She lifted a throw pillow and covered her face, screaming into it.

“RIGHT?!” I said. “It was so hot I think my ovaries spontaneously combusted.”

She lowered the pillow. “When are you seeing him next?”

“I don’t know.” I bit my lip. “Practice Tuesday?”

“How are you going to keep your clothes on?” She was only half joking.

“We can’t hook up like that again,” I said, my chest already tightening.

“What the fuck do you mean?” she asked. “You need to have sex like that every day. Twice a day if you can get it!”

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