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My eyes locked with him as he dipped between my legs. That cheeky little grin spread across his face. My legs were shaking, waiting in anticipation for what was going to come next. His lips kissed my thighs and lapped up the juices already gathering on my skin.

Then, he parted my pussy folds and began to devour me.

His tongue was heavy and thick. He pressed on my clit as his beard tickled the sides of my pussy. He tossed my legs over his shoulders as my hands threaded through his tendrils, pulling him as close as I could get him. My hips rolled, and my toes curled. Moans of ecstasy and desire fell from my lips. I groaned at him. Growled at him. Allowed the animal inside of me to unleash. I could feel my pussy dripping onto his lips as he lapped me up, swallowing me down and humming at my taste.

I could feel it, that white-hot sensation in my abdomen. My heels propped up on his strong shoulders, and he raised up, bending me in half and rendering me motionless. His hands pinned my hips, and his thumbs caressed the backs of my thighs. I felt my world spinning and colliding, shattering into pieces as electricity shot through my brain. My mouth opened and my eyes screwed shut. My toes curled into his skin as his tongue pressed deep into my pussy.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to feel it.

“Yes, baby. Yes. I’m coming. I’m coming. I’m com—”

CHAPTER 1

CINDY

“Mommy, is Grandma gonna be okay?”

“Why would you ask that, Lily?”

“She seemed sad when we left.”

“She’s always sad when you leave, honeybee. She misses you when you’re gone,” I said.

“So, nothing bad happened?” Lily asked.

“No, sweetie. Nothing bad happened.”

“Why doesn’t Grandma come to visit us then?” she asked.

“Because Grandma can’t move as easily as we can.”

“Are you calling her old?”

“No. Grandma’s not old. She’s got a lot more life in her, but that doesn’t mean she can move like we can.”

“Is that why Grandma always only wants to rock and read me a story?” she asked.

“Maybe Grandma likes reading to you. What’s wrong with that?”

“Sometimes, I wanna run around outside with her.”

“Then ask her to do that next time. Grandma might have to sit on the porch, but she’ll watch you while you do it.”

“Will you run around with me outside?” she asked.

“We can play tag when we get home. How does that sound?”

“Yeah! Tag with Mommy!”

I looked into the rearview mirror and took in my daughter’s eyes. Lillian looked just like me. Auburn hair, apple cheeks, and fair skin that held a tan instead of burning in the sun. But she didn’t have my eyes. They weren’t a sea green like mine. She had her father’s eyes, that crisp sky blue I’d fallen in love with all those years ago.

Even though he’d been gone a year, it still hurt to look into my daughter’s eyes.

“Mommy?”

“Yes, honeybee?”

“Why do you call me honeybee?” Lily asked.

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