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Probably with the most force I had ever used on Sage’s delicate flower.

But she wanted it. She was more than ready for it. And as my fingers soothed her depths, she cried out into my mouth. Our teeth clashed for a fraction of a second as she began to make a squealing sound.

My sweet and sexy Sage was coming again. A second time. In a row. Multiple. Back to back. Holy fuck…

She was swollen, warm and greedy.

Her honey poured from her in waves that echoed as my fingers kept fucking her.

I stayed with her, as long as her hips moved.

It felt like hours before the hot moment cooled enough for me to slide my fingers from her pussy.

As soon as I did, I closed my fingers to my palm to feel the wetness.

Oh, how bad I wanted to taste…

I broke our kiss and grinned. “I’m going to lick you off my fingers now, Sage.”

She took a gasping deep breath, then she placed her wineglass on the ground and she touched my face.

It seemed in less than a breath, all the pleasure had somehow fallen away.

Sage stood up.

I looked up at her.

“I’m so sorry,” she said.

Her voice crackled.

She gasped again. Tears filled her eyes. She covered her mouth with one hand. The other hand frantically attempting to wipe her eyes.

Before I could stand up - thanks to the throbbing erection from the touch of her pussy - Sage ran off, crying.

Chapter Thirty-Three

SAGE

Have you ever been fingered so hard and so good by someone that you have an intense orgasm and then end up crying…? Because I have.

Have you ever been pleasured so insanely perfect that you come so hard you suddenly think of something bad in life, and then you cry because you feel so much regret that such a bad person (you… me… whatever) could experience such pleasure?

My head felt twisted into a knot as I hurried down the beach.

I had no real destination.

What was I going to do? Run into the water?

Then what?

I still had a son to take care of.

Travis was now and forever would be the center of my universe.

I didn’t look back for a second but I knew Henry was following me. Because that’s just the kind of guy Henry was. No matter the situation he would be right there, in the middle of it. Most of the time to take care of me.

I never had someone love me the way he did.

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