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“And there never will be.”

A tear slips free.

I catch it with my thumb.

“You're perfect to me.”

She laughs shakily.

“You're biased.”

“Damn right I am.”

That earns me a smile.

The real kind.

The one I missed for three years.

The one I'd burn down the world to protect.

“Now come here and give me what's mine.”

Then, with my hands on her hips, I pull her forward.

And the reward is sweeter than wine.

Amanda’s head falls back at the first swipe of my tongue across her sensitive flesh, and she moans loudly.

The sound is like an alarm that goes straight to my cock, and I wish I could give myself a squeeze. As it is I know I’m leaking precum everywhere.

I don’t give a fuck.

She starts riding my face.

Bucking her hips with every plunge of my tongue inside her.

I use my thumb to rub her clit, and now her movements are getting jerky, chaotic.

God, I love it.

I love her.

And I know the second she starts to come. Amanda keens. The sound is deep and low. Sultry in a way that only she can pull off.

I lift her up and turn us, pushing my dick inside her so I can feel her climax surrounding me.

She’s so wet. Sopping.

When we move together, the sounds are loud and sexy and so fucking mine.

“Fuck,” I groan, trying not to lose it too soon.

Her pussy is convulsing, squeezing my cock in a near chokehold—but I can’t stop now. I won’t.

“Less! Oh God!”

I rock my hips, grinding against her, and my Rusty holds on tight—another climax rolling through her like a freight train.