Page 48 of Perfect Lover


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“Fuck!” My eyes closed and my head fell back against the pillow. “We’re definitely having kids.”

“Oh, wow, it’s that easy?”

“Hell yeah.”

“Well, as much as I appreciate your willingness to be on the same page with me, I think we need to get this dating thing down first. My birth control is prepared to work overtime.”

I gripped her hips as they rotated slowly, my eyes drifting closed. “Mmhmm, whatever you say.”

She cupped my face. “Open your eyes, Ocean. I need you to see me ride you.”

Damn.

My dick jumped, her confidence turning me on.

All eyes were on her, mesmerized as she slid her hands through her hair.

Her slow glide turned into a bounce and one hand dropped onto my chest.

I squeezed her ass cheeks, loving the thick feel of them as they collapsed against my thighs repeatedly.

We continued with the dance of the rain and thunder, making our own version of sounds. Her moans, my growls...thatmeant something. They meant some shit that I didn’t know how to define.

“Fuck, baby, I’m about to cum,” I called out.

“Do it, Ocean...please,” she whined. “I want to feel you cum inside of me.”

She said it, but I felt it.

“Fuckkkkkkk!” I squeezed her hips tight, my hands leaving their impression behind.

Never had I allowed myself to bust inside of a woman. I couldn’t risk it.

But for this woman, I would risk it all.

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SKYE

I couldn’t stop smiling as I sat across the table from Ocean, eating the breakfast he’d prepared.

The fact that this man knew how to fuck me until the sun came upandcook me a delicious meal to start the day had me in a trance.

“The dick was that good, huh?” Ocean smirked. “You can’t even stop grinning long enough to shove that French toast in your mouth.”

Sucking my teeth, I shrugged. “Whatever. It was cool.”

“Oh yeah? That’s what we’re doing this morning?”

I broke out in laughter. “Relax, I’m just kidding. You know the dick was good.”

“Yeah, I do. But it sounds better when you say it out loud.”

He grabbed a napkin from the table, then dabbed the corners of his mouth.

“Whatever. I’m sure you have more than enough women to stroke your ego.”

“But only one stroke matters.”