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“Mmhmm. I’m right behind you,” he mumbled, biting my nipple harder and sending me over the edge.

VEL

I didn’t remember moving. One second, I had Chris against the wall, both of us with too many clothes on.

Next, I was on top of her in the bed, her rich peanut-butter-brown skin on full display. My eyes drank in every inch, roaming her beautifully naked body.

She looked at me like she didn’t want to be alone that night, and my sprung ass could never turn her away. Everything had been on her terms, and I was right there willingly signing my soul over to the devil.

“You’ve been through a lot today,” I said, running my hands over her thighs. I needed to touch her, but I also needed to know she was okay.

“I’m always going through a lot,” she muttered, pulling me down to her. She was done talking.

Her lips were soft but urgent, tasting like the best kind of trouble.

Out of all the women in the world, I was falling for the one who wasn’t ready.

I’d never wanted a relationship. Hadn’t felt the pull in a long time.

But with her, I wanted to stay.

I wanted to hold her.

I wanted her to know I wasn’t going anywhere.

But I wasn’t sure I was what she needed.

I kissed along her collarbone, down her body. Her hands guided my head, trusting me to take care of her again.

I breathed her in, warm and sweet, and she shivered. I didn’t eat pussy often, but I knew she’d be the exception.

I wanted to give her everything: my hands, my mouth, my body. Every part of me felt like it was meant for her.

I lifted her legs, sliding my hands up the back of her thick thighs and opening her up. Her pretty pussy was leaking for me.

I lowered to kiss her clit, feeling it vibrate against my tongue. I opened my mouth wider to give her more pressure. She shifted, guiding me to where she needed me most. I slid two fingers into her, rubbing her G-spot, and she unraveled for me.

“Mmmhm,” I hummed against her clit, her juices coating my mouth. I lifted to my knees when she was done, wiping my face and beard. “I love the way you taste.” I looked down at her with total seriousness. “I’m gone need to taste my Honeydew Melon every day.”

“You can have it whenever you want,” she said, eyes low and body relaxed.

I put on another condom. Lifting her legs into my arms, I pushed all the way into her. I used my body weight to push her legs up to her chest as I slid deeper. Chris’s hands came up, pushing on my chest.

Not like she wanted me to stop, but like she just needed something to feel on.

Her head was back, and she cried out, pleasure all over her face as I filled her up.

I didn’t move.

I just sat there, my dick pulsing inside her. Watching her enjoy the feeling of being full, letting her feel me, letting myself feel her.

Her pussy clenched, and I started moving, slow and deep. I needed skin, closeness. I held her forehead to mine, planting small kisses on her swollen lips. My tongue explored her mouth whenever she opened it to moan.

I started to lose control as I drove into her, chasing every sound she made.

I kept her legs up, pounding into her, feeling her gripping my dick with every push. I let her legs go, needing to feel even more of her.

She gasped, her back arching, her nails digging into my back to pull me closer. I didn’t want this to end. I slid all the way out, then slammed back into her. She started to chant my name, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.