Page 66 of Love & Vendettas

I grab a set of fresh bedding and head back into the room.

I’m surprised to see that she’s already placed another set of linens on the bed; the old ones have been removed from the room, and the air smells like Lysol.

Her eyes are full of compassion when she asks, “You had a nightmare?”

I climb back into the bed beside her and tug her into my arms. “Go to sleep.”

“Answer my question first.”

I lean closer, bending my head to kiss her. Bayleigh moans her sweet satisfaction into my mouth, causing my dick to stir.

“Woman, you don’t know what you do to me.”

“After almost thirty years together, I’d better know.”

I brush my lips against hers and begin kissing her again.

“Mm-mm.” Bayleigh pulls back.

“What? I can’t have no sweetness?”

“You need to answer the question first.”

Groaning, I roll over onto my back, toss my arm over my eyes, and mumble, “Yes. I had a nightmare.”

“What was it about?”

“Not talking about it, Bay.”

“Fine. I’ll drag it out of you one way or another.” She slides down into the bed.

Bayleigh slides her hands down my dick. They’re soft and smooth as silk. Her lips pause over the head, and she blows short, warm breaths before taking me into her mouth.

“Mm,” she moans, licking around the head with hollowed-out cheeks.

“Baby,” I groan, cupping her head with my hands.

With measured and even strokes, she works her hands up and down my length while slowly twirling her tongue around me and using her jaws to pull me deeper to the back of her throat.

“Ahh, baby, I could stay like this forever,” I say.

She winks at me, and I can’t help but smile. It quickly drops from my face when she pulls back to the top and works down again. She does that several times, taking her sweet, slow time as she enjoys the taste of me while bringing me deep pleasure and intensifying my yearning for her.

No longer able to take it, I pull myself out of her and reach for her.

“You’re taking away all the fun,” she pouts.

“I’ve got something that’s a lot more fun,” I say, tangling our fingers together.

She climbs up my body and settles herself on my hard dick, slowly working her way down until she’s found her seat.

“That’s it, baby girl,” I coax as she begins to ride me.

Her pussy is wet and hot like warm springs, soft as satin, and tight as a boxing glove on a fist.

“I ain’t gonna be able to take much more of this.” Bayleigh rocks back and forth, sealing her tight fit around me.

My hands hold her in place, and when she leans forward to kiss me, my palms smooth over and then grip her ass. She works me over as she keeps her lips on mine. Whether to cease talking or to intensify the feeling, I don’t know, but I like it.

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