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It would take a lifetime for me to get tired of tasting her. She kissed me greedily, biting and sucking my tongue and lips until there was no trace of her bittersweet essence left. I hadn’t forgotten how much she loved tasting herself on me.

Spreading her legs, I opened her enough to accept everything that I had to give, but if my memory served me correctly, it wouldn’t be enough. Our lips stayed connected as I pushed the head of my dick into her snug entrance. Damn, I loved a tight handshake. I pulled back before my dick was instantly suctioned back in.

“Gah damn, baby,” I moaned as her walls contracted against me, threatening to make me tap out in less than a minute.

“Mmmmhm.”

I watched her face as her eyes drifted closed. I preferred for her to watch me, but I was 165 percent sure that if she looked at me right now, that would be all she wrote. Slowly, I pulled back and thrusted into her, fighting to make room within her treasure. With each stroke, the grip of her walls pulled me deeper and deeper into her depths and pushed me further and further away from my sanity. I could not believe her pussy had gotten even better.

I pushed up on my forearms because I needed to see exactly what the fuck was going on down there. That was a huge mistake. The smooth creamy concoction coating the base of my dick made me delirious and irrational. I wondered exactly how many people I needed to kill. There was no way there wasn’t niggas lurking and thinking of ways to get back in the place I now called paradise.

I didn’t give fuck what Faith said. She was mine, and this was my pussy. I had never liked sharing my shit, and there would be no exception. In that moment, it occurred to me that I had on a condom. How the fuck was her pussy so good with a condom blocking me from feeling the real slick heat of her walls? I was definitely in trouble.

It didn’t matter. I would do everything in my fucking power to keep my baby happy from this day forward. I had a lot of making up to do, but I was up to the challenge. Balancing on one hand, I moved the other to her neck. My fingers curled around her throat as I picked up the pace, thrusting into her harder.

“Oh yes,” she hissed, letting her eyes drift open.

Those gorgeous brown orbs solidified my vow. Just being near her was enough, but once my dick and I were coated in her potion, I was a goner for good. Faith was intoxicating. I wouldnever get enough. I wouldn’t be satisfied until I overdosed on her. I was ready to do anything and everything for her. There was nothing too good or too much for my baby.

“I love you, Faith. I fuckingloveyou. I’m not going any fucking where,” I promised, tightening my grip on her throat as her body stiffened under me. Her legs clamped down around my arms as she thrust her pussy to meet each of my strokes.

Thankfully, she was close because I could feel my senses leaving my body, one by one. First, I could no longer hear her sharp cries of pleasure. Now my vision was getting blurry. Her pussy contracted around my dick, snatching the nut out of me before I knew what was happening to me. I released my hold on her neck, moving one of my hands to her hips and using the other to apply pressure to her pelvis as I pounded into her, hoping that she followed me off the edge because I had already jumped.

“Fuuuuck, I’m cumming again!” Her voice pierced through the fog.

Her limbs went limp as she started to float down from her orgasm. Once I was sure that she was completely satisfied, I pulled out and collapsed next to her on the bed. My eyes floated closed as I listened to her breathe.

I lay there helplessly as Faith removed the condom and cleaned me up. Relief washed over me when I sensed her get back in bed. I found the strength to roll over and pull her closer to me. I felt like I was finally home as she settled against me and let me wrap my arms around her. With Faith finally back in my arms again, that was all she wrote.

You know what? I knew better. I knew better than to have sex with Reed, and I damn sure knew better than to fall asleep with him. I just needed a quick nap after he ate my pussy off the bone and fucked me senseless. All my good sense came flooding back to me at once when I woke up and felt his arms draped heavily across my body. His warm, solid body felt good against mine.

For a minute, I just let myself feel. For a second, it was like all the years and the heartache never took place. Being with Reed felt good, but I knew better than to try to linger. I needed him out of there.

The sound of footsteps made my heart sink. See, I knew better than to feel good. I sat up straight in bed like I was wakingfrom a nightmare. My heart hammered my ears as I considered telling Reed to hide in the bathroom. Thankfully, I had slipped into a nightgown when I got up to get myself together last night.

“Reed,” I whispered in a panic right before the door swung open.

“Girl, whose car is?—”

Grace stopped in her tracks in the doorway right before Jada rushed past her into my bedroom.

“Mama, whose car is that?”

I had told both of them about knocking a thousand times. There was no use in reminding them right now. Everything in the room stood still, including time. Grace’s eyes bounced between Reed and me before they settled on me. The only sound was my heart pounding until Grace finally spoke up.

“Well damn,” she muttered. “Um . . . come on, Jada. Let’s let your mom get herself together while we find something to make for breakfast.”

“I thought we were coming to get my mom so we could go get pancakes.”

“That’s actually a good idea,” I said, finally chiming in.

“Who is that?” Jada asked, addressing the six-foot-two elephant in the room.

It felt like Reed moved in slow motion as he sat up beside me. His eyes landed on Jada. I felt the very moment everything in the room shifted. His entire body went still as the last of the air left my lungs.Please God, no. He stared at my baby like he had something to say, but internally, I begged him not to.

“Actually, why don’t you two go ahead without me,” I suggested, hoping to change the subject back to something more palatable.

“What’s your name, pretty girl?” Reed asked, as if he hadn’t just heard me trying to get them out of the damn room.