I have to keep feeling. Doing. Trusting.
Because Billie is trusting me, and I’d be an idiot not to return the favor. Hell, if someone as smart and capable and self-aware as Billie has faith in me, I probably should have a little faith in myself too.
Sex is better if I open up. Connect to what I really want.
So is life.
Curling my body around hers, I lift her torso so that I can cup her breasts. I fuck her while I play with her nipples, marveling at the way her tits fill my hands.
I trail my lips over her neck. “You gotta talk to me. If you don’t like it, I need to know.”
“You really think I wouldn’t tell you if I didn’t like something?”
“Fair point.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Ry. Trust me. Your dick is too nice.”
“Nice?” I say with a laugh.
“Perfect. Big. Just the right size. Tastes good too.”
I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming.
Only by the grace of God am I able to pull out without blowing my load and yank off the condom.
I hold open her cheek again with my left hand. I pump myself with my right.
“Never.” My brain flatlines. “This. Not with anyone else. Ever. You hear me?”
“Yes, baby, I hear you.”
A blinding flash of light arcs through me.
Then I’m coming on Billie’s asshole, agonizingly hot spurts that coat her and coat me and empty my body of any thought, any feeling, except one.
Her.
She’s it. The one.
She’s saying my name, saying how good it feels, saying how she loves my pervy mind, my daring.
She’s saying she likes how I feel dripping down her legs.
I’m trembling when I pull her up and turn her around and pull her against me.
My pulse throbs in time to my thoughts.
We’re in trouble.
We’re never coming back from this. But maybe that’s a good thing.
The best thing that ever happened.
CHAPTER 21
Where the Buffalo Roam
BILLIE
