Page 29 of Love Her

My hips stuttered as the last of my load left me, and I let go of her, only to watch her slowly rise up and stare at me, her half-dried hair wild, her lips swollen from my kisses and my cock. She looked like a woman possessed and I realized she had been—for some strange reason—with love.

For me.

“Get up here and put your pussy on my face,” I said, pointing to where I wanted her to sit.

Her attitude changed at once, her jaw dropping, regaining timidity. “Rhaim!”

“You just sucked me like a Dyson—get your pussy up here for me,” I said, this time snapping my fingers for speed.

“But—I already put a tampon back in Rhaim—” she said, wincing.

“Ohhh, I see your confusion now—I told you I was through with your cunt,” I teased, giving her a wild grin. “So come and put yourclitorison my tongue.”

She caught on, and she laughed. “You’re insane. You know that, right?”

I tried to give her a look that said I’d just told my best friend’s twenty-three-year-old—and twenty years younger than me—daughter I wanted to put a baby in her.

“Yeah. I fuckin’ know,” I said, reaching down to start hauling her up. “And I’m also kind of post-nut lazy—which is why I’m gonna lay right here, while you ride me.”

She came with as my hands pulled and laughed while straddling my face with her knees—and bunning her long hair up with an air of practicality.

“You know what they say when you steal a car, right?” I asked her, as I grabbed hold of her hips and settled her. She shook her head looking down at me—and I reached up to cup one of her perfect breasts and roll its nipple. “Drive it like you stole it.”

She laughed again at that. “Your tongue’s not a car, Rhaim.”

I licked up her slit, then sucked at her clit a moment before answering. “But maybe for the next fifteen minutes, it could be.”

16

LIA

When I woke up the next morning—I knew I really was alone.

Not just because it was clearly noon outside, with the sun shining high, and Rhaim Selvaggio had probably never slept past 8 am in his life, but because he wasn’t in bed with me.

His options had been to never leave my side ever again and damn the torpedos—or to be the sane one and leave first.

I stretched in bed—terrifically sore from all the positions I’d been put in the prior night—but also strangely pleased.

Last night had been real. Waking up in an unfamiliar bed proved it.

Everything we’d done and he’d said hadn’t been a dream.

I allowed myself to wake up slowly. It wasn’t like my father could get any more pissed at me, and he deserved some uncertainty besides. The bed smelled like Rhaim’s aftershave and if I concentrated hard enough I imagined I could still taste his cock—and I couldn’t believe that I’d given a man a blowjob, happily.

Without choking and wanting to die and no breathing.

But being with Rhaim had flipped a switch—hell, I’d even almost beenin the dark—and I was a new woman now.

At least a little.

I had to be.

I rolled up to sitting, and then walked around his dead wife’s place, entirely naked—wondering if Rhaim had ever put cameras in here, too.

My dress was gone, and so were the towels I’d gotten blood on, but there was a neatly folded pile of clothing on the pass-through bar he’d fucked me on, along with my two pasties.

I snickered at seeing them, and then realized they were holding down a note—and beneath it was a phone.

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