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Remembering how much she loves my filthy mouth, I decide to tell her exactly what I’m thinking. “You have the best tits, baby. I can’t wait to slip my dick between them and fuck them. Bring the massage oil home, baby.”

She bites her bottom lip and moans as I continue to push them together and swipe my thumbs back and forth over her nipples. Her hips move against me when I pull each nipple with my thumb and forefinger, then release them over and over until she’s panting underneath me.

Precum leaks from me, wetting the front of my boxer briefs. My engorged cock is desperate to be inside her, but I need to taste her first.

Sliding my body down hers, I kiss down her stomach until I reach the apex of her thighs. “Do you want me to eat this pussy for a bit before I fuck you?”

She arches her hips up, bringing my face closer to her core.

I let out a deep chuckle while I finger the lace edge of her panties. “Gotta use your words, baby.”

Collins moans. “Yes, yes, I want you to eat me out.”

I grin, leaning in and inhaling deeply against the blue lace. “God, you don’t just taste like heaven, you smell like it too.”

I hook a finger through the crotch of her underwear and pull, coming up onto my knees so that I can get them completely off her. I toss the discarded lace aside, then run my hands up the insides of her thighs, spreading her wide open.

I study her, gazing at her perfect pink pussy that’s swollen and soaked already. My tongue waters, anticipating the taste of her.

“Ansel…” She wiggles her hips side to side.

“Time to get my fill.” With my hands still on her inner thighs, I swipe my tongue through her center, groaning when the flavor hits my tongue.

My legs slide out behind me, and I get to work. I want her on edge when I fuck her, so I’m not going to let her come, but I can still enjoy bringing her right to the brink.

Focusing my efforts on her clit, I swirl and suck and nip until her hands are in my hair and she’s pulling hard, desperate for release. Then I pull back on the intensity until her fingers relax. I do it over and over until she’s writhing and frustrated, trying to grind herself on my face. All the while, I fuck into the sheets as if I’m some goddamn teenager. Collins puts me on edge more than any woman before her.

“Ansel, please, please.”

I hear the desperation in her voice as I work her clit again, bringing her closer to orgasm, and decide it’s time to put us both out of our misery and pull back completely.

“No!” Collins grasps at my hair, but when she sees me sit up on my knees and start to pull my boxer briefs down, she relents. “Ah… finally.”

FORTY-TWO

Collins

As Ansel slips off his boxer briefs, I take in the sight of him. I’ve seen most of his body, but I’ve never seen all of his body. And yes, I had my hand wrapped around him at one point, but seeing him entirely is something else.

His dick is just as perfect as the rest of him. I’ve never thought of the male anatomy as particularly attractive, but that was clearly only because I hadn’t seen what Ansel was packing. He’s thick and long but not so much of either that it’s scary and presumably painful. Everything is in perfect proportion. I want to run my tongue up the thick vein running up the underside to the blunt head.

“I’m not on birth control, but I have condoms in my nightstand.” A little side quest that I went on earlier today at Feel Good Goods. I’m sure that news will get around.

I didn’t have any need for birth control when Caleb died since we were trying to get pregnant, and I certainly didn’t need it after he passed away.

Ansel nods when I point toward the right side of the bed, and he crawls over, opening the drawer and pulling out the box. He opens it, but when he pulls the package out, I snag it from him. I want to be the one to slide it over his perfect cock.

I rip open the package and pull the condom out while he positions himself in front of me. I can’t resist sucking the head into my mouth. His hands instantly go to my hair, and he’s pushing into my mouth with a groan. He pumps a few times before gently pulling me off him.

“Fuck, that was so good, but I want between these thighs.” He reaches down and taps my clit with his fingers, and I stifle a moan.

God, I love when he uses a dirty mouth with me.

I pinch the tip of the condom and stretch it around the head before rolling it down his concrete length.

Suddenly, I’m nervous. I’m about to have sex with another man. It’s been a very long time since I had sex, but even longer since I had sex with someone who wasn’t Caleb.

Ansel must sense the shift in my behavior because he cups my face and kisses me. Within seconds, I remember that I’m with Ansel, not some stranger. And when he pulls away and meets my gaze, I’m reminded of the connection we share.