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She shimmies her hips, and I blow a hot breath of air on her center, causing her to groan.
“Rub your tits, Princess.”
“Wha-at?”
“You heard me.” Tentative hands cup her breasts, and I reward her with one long lick up her slit.
“Good girl.” I lick her again. “Now don’t stop.”
Her movements are awkward at first and unsure, like she’s never indulged in this level of self-love, but watching her tweak her nipples and moan in response has me doubling my efforts.
“Otto, oh my God!”
“Not yet.” Slowing, I look up at her with my tongue barely grazing her folds. “You said I’d have to work for it.”
“It’s not,”—she swallows hard as she tries to catch her breath—“it’s not normally like this. Or ever.”
Part of me wants to be sad for her that she’s been lacking adequate pleasure, but the other part of me is downright giddy that I’m the one to fill the void, no matter the consequences.
“Wh-what are you doing?” she asks with panic in her tone as I stand at the end of the bed and work open my belt and jeans.
“Thought you wanted me to fuck you?”
“I do.”
I shuck my clothes and then move back over her with the condom in my hand.
“Greedy pussy wants to come again, doesn’t it?” I plunge two fingers inside her, and she bows off the bed.
“Yes!”
I rip the condom open with my teeth before pulling my fingers out of her and using both hands to roll it over my length. I’m throbbing for her, and she watches with parted lips as I stroke myself.
“Are you ready?”
“Please.”
The sound of her pleading—begging—is such a turn-on, but nothing prepares me for the moment that I push inside her.
She’s tight, tighter than I remember, and I want to slam inside her over and over until there’s nothing left but memories of the two of us.
Her legs wrap around my back and I snap. Fingers digging into her hips, I piston in and out, her tits bouncing from the ferocity of my movements. She’s completely at my mercy, and I catalog every single emotion that crosses her face as she gives herself over to me.
My thumb finds her clit, and she screams my name as she comes. She’s beautiful like this, so beautiful it hurts, but the vision of her flushed and arched off the bed is the only thing I see as my own release barrels down on me.
I roar and bury myself so hard and so deep that she gasps even as she continues to pulse around my dick.
Those honey-colored eyes that I’ve missed so much are wide when they finally meet mine. She’s not the same person anymore, and neither am I, but damn if the chemistry between us isn’t still explosive.
Pulling out, I move off the bed and dispose of the condom, all the while reminding myself that nothing good will come from getting caught up in her web again.
Returning to her bedroom, I put on my cockiest smirk. “That’s two.”
7
FALLON
The morning light casts a warm glow around my bedroom, and I heave a sigh as the events of a few hours ago replay through my mind. Otto’s abrupt departure before the sun came up sends a pang of regret coursing through me.
