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I gently move my hand away, pushing down her underwear to reveal her perfect pussy. Running my thumb over her sensitive clit, I sink my fingers back inside her and bring my mouth to her tits. She locks her fingers in my hair again, grinding against me as I suck on her nipple. So close. I can tell she’s moments from coming again as she whimpers, my name falling from her lips. Just how I like it.

As her muscles contract around my fingers, my dick strains to be part of the action, pulsing with her rhythm. Wriggling down, I kick off my boxers and flatten my tongue over her centre, swiping it over her glistening, pink core, groaning at the taste of her.

Moving back up her body, I ease her legs wider with my hips.She suddenly sits up, hands pushing on my shoulders to stop me. ‘Wait, I want to taste you.’ Her eyes black, pupils blown with craving. With desire.

In a flash, she pushes me over to the side and rotates to straddle me, reverse cowgirl. Shit, she’s stronger than she looks.

She backs the hell up, wiggling her sexy ass until she’s aligned her mouth with my cock. With no hesitation, she laps up my precum, swirling her tongue round, moaning as she tastes me.

Gripping her ass, I pull her down onto my face, licking along her slit, burying my tongue inside her. I’m covered in the wetness from her release, but I don’t care. I could fucking bathe in it.

Matching her rhythm, I worship her pussy while she moves her hot mouth over me. I can sense she’s about to come again. She tenses for the briefest second, her breath hitches, and a strangled groan escapes her as she takes me in deeper. She thrusts my dick to the back of her throat, her moan vibrating along the length of me, while she writhes and fucks my face, the waves of her orgasm rippling through her.

Holy.

Fucking.

Shit.

The moment she goes limp, I flip her on to her back. Her lips are swollen, cheeks flushed. She’s glowing. So beautiful.

Grabbing a condom off the bedside table, I slide it on before slotting back between her legs. ‘Where were we?’

With a knowing smile, she wraps her heels around my butt, pulling me closer.

‘Oh, yeah,’ I slowly inch into her. ‘You were trying to lead me astray, right?’

‘Is it working?’ She runs her hands up around my neck.

Carefully, I push deeper inside her. ‘With your sweet … tight … pussy?’ I punctuate each word with a slow thrust until she takes all of me. I pause, finding her gaze with mine. ‘Consider me entirely corrupted.’ Her eyes widen. ‘Addicted.’ A smile creeps at the corners of her mouth. ‘At your mercy.’

She sighs, and I feel her relax around me.

I run my nose along the length of her jaw before slowly moving inside her, relishing every movement, every squeeze, every touch. I can’t put my finger on why, but this feels like more than the best fuck of my life; this feels like heaven.

Chapter 29

Ella

Josie’s flat is small but full of colour. There’s not an inch of wall that isn’t hung with her artwork. In fact, one entire wall actuallyisart –– a mural so beautiful that it would be heart-breaking if the landlord ever made her remove it. Josie leans back against it as we sit on the floor, drinking tea.

‘I'm so pleased for you,' she coos after I fill her in on the latest with Nate. ‘I mean, endless orgasms aside, my bestie is finally letting love in her life. There I was, just hoping you’d get laid, but you’ve gone and hit the jackpot.’

Our beach trip and subsequent night together has been followed by countless texts and phone calls, sleepovers at his place, snatching any free time we can in between our different work commitments. Waking up in Nate’s arms this morning was the best feeling and my cheeks warm as I remember what he did to me before we got in the shower.

‘I’m not sure about love. But definitely a lot of lust and the potential for the big L, I guess. I always thought I had to choose. Family or a love life, like they couldn’t co-exist at the same time. But Nate just seems to fit.’ I marvel at how he’s seamlessly dovetailing into my life, somehow allowing me both responsibility and fun. Freedom.

‘I think being with him has brought some sort of balance to your life.’

‘It helps that Chloe’s older now, so she’s getting the bus and things. I’m still not going to be bringing him home for the night, though. The bathroom’s chaos enough in the mornings.’

Josie tilts her head, sceptically. ‘Getting the bus? Is that a euphemism forgetting Jamie to drive her?’

‘Sorry,’ I blanche. ‘I’ve told her she shouldn’t ask him.’

‘It’s fine. It’s not all the time. Plus, I’m relieved, him chauffeuring Chloe about means he’s not starting to hang with the wrong crowd. It's hard to keep an eye on him.’ Josie tips her head to the door. ‘I feel guilty enough moving out.’ She shoots me another grin with a happy sigh. ‘I’m so happy for you. Finally prioritising yourself. Bagging a nice man.’ Pressing her lips together, she hesitates. ‘I know it’s not my place to say … ’

‘It’s never stopped you before.’ I arch my eyebrow.

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