Page 43 of Lore
And when he kisses me, I melt into him.
I want to pull away, but my body won’t let me. Instead, I grip his cut and stand up on my toes, trying to get as close to him as I can. His tongue tastes mine, and we both moan. When he lifts me, I wrap my legs around him, then pull his hair free, letting it fall to his shoulders so I can run my fingers through it, just like I used to.
His lips don’t leave mine as he walks with me, and before I know it, we’re in his room. He lays me down on his huge bed and presses his hard cock against me.
Fuck.
I want him.
I’m so tired of fighting this pull, and even though I might regret this later, I’m not going to think about that now.
Future Atiana can deal with it because present Atiana is horny as fuck.
How does one have the willpower to keep pushing away the love of their life, especially when I can feel his big, hard cock?
He sits up and pulls off his T-shirt from his nape, showing off that cut body of his.
My fingers trail over each indentation of his abs, and my mouth waters a bit.
How long do we have until the movie the kids are watching is over?
“You got your fill?” He smirks, lifting me to undress me.
I haven’t, and after all these years, I don’t think I ever will.
“I’ve been dying to get my mouth on that sweet little pussy of yours, Butterfly,” he growls, staring down at me in nothing but my bra and panties. My body has changed after having kids, and I know that. I have some stretch marks on my stomach and thighs, and my breasts aren’t as perky as they once were, but the way he looks at me makes me feel like the most beautiful woman alive.
“Perfect,” he whispers, then slides my black lace panties down, spreading my thighs and moaning as he lowers himself onto his stomach. I remember this about him—he used to love going down on me. It wasn’t a chore for him, like with some men. He actually loved it and got off on it. Sometimes I wondered who liked it more, him or me. He’d wake me up with his mouth on me, and he’d fall asleep with his cock still inside me.
I wonder if he still likes that because it used to be his thing.
He presses open-mouth kisses up my inner thighs, and by the time he reaches my pussy, I’m so fucking wet and ready for him.
The first lick has my back arching. He hums, then buries his face, eating me like I’m his last meal.
“Even better than I remember,” he rasps between licks, gently sliding two fingers inside me and curling.
“Oh my God,” I whisper, threading my hands through his hair and staring down at him with a heated gaze. He looks so fucking good between my legs. “I’m going to come, Lore.”
“Come in my mouth, Butterfly,” he cajoles, watching me with hungry, almost desperate violet eyes. “I want to taste you.”
Pleasure hits me, taking control over my body before I moan his name. But it’s not ‘Lore’ that escapes my lips, it’s ‘Hunter.’ Because right now, he’s taking me back to when I was all fucking his.
He continues to gently lap at me until he’s wrung every ounce of pleasure from me. “You needed that, didn’t you?” He smirks, sitting up and wiping his wet lips and beard with the back of his hand.
“It’s been a while,” I admit, catching my breath.
He stills and then nods slowly, as if processing that admission. “You’re all mine now.”
Lore gets up and stands at the edge of the bed, unbuckling his belt, then slowly pulls the leather through the loops. He undoes the button on his jeans and slides them down. His sexy V catches my eye before dropping to his cock.
Just as fucking perfect as I remember. My eyes narrow as I see the tattoo he has on his dick.
He has my name.
Branded.
On his cock.
