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My tongue enters her and the minute it does, she comes.
She gasps and rubs her pussy on my mouth while I suck and fuck her.
“More,” she shouts, thrashing her head on the cushion.
Rising above, I guide my throbbing cock and thrust forward. Her walls immediately grip me so tightly that my eyes cross with pleasure, and then without even moving I’m coming. I grind against her hard clit with my pelvis while my dick squirts semen into her.
I wrap my arms around her hips and clamp my lips around one of her engorged nipples, suckling, causing hard contractions within her, around my cock.
So fucking good.
“I can’t stop,” I grunt thrusting hard. “Can’t stop.” I bury my face between her breasts—heaven.
My hips pump and thrust and there is nothing I can do to stop. Rachel doesn’t want me to stop and her fingernails digging into my ass cause another release to rush through me, and I’m thankful when Rachel joins me.
Not only do I not want her frustrated, not that I’d ever leave her in that condition, but it feels more amazing than I can ever describe when we come at the same time. The pressure surrounding my cock when that happens is unbelievably good.
“My ass is wet,” she comments, her nails dragging up my back sends shivers through me. “Your penis released so much semen in me that it’s running out,” she explains.
Groaning, I bury my face into her neck and fail miserably at controlling my laughter. “Although I love that explanation, I think less explicit would be good, or I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow.” To show her what I mean my hips rock.
“How are you still hard?” she asks, amused.
“I only have to think about you to be in this condition, and being buried inside of you while you talk about my penis and semen, is hot as fuck.” I bite a nipple and tease, “I also have the image in my head of me sitting on this sofa while you bounce on my cock, your breasts swaying and jiggling in front of my face.”
I thrust and grind, watching as her eyes half close. “Yes.”
28
Rachel
The apartment that I shared with Paige, no longer feels lived in. Looking around, I can’t quite put my finger on it, but something is different.
Paige isn’t here because the place is too quiet, but where is she?
After a month in Italy with Alexander it feels even stranger being here without him, but I persuaded him to stay in Lexington because talking to Paige face-to-face is something I have to do alone. I know he was hurt with my decision, but he told me he understood, and I really hope he meant that.
Although I’ve spoken to Paige a few times from Italy something had felt off, which is why I’m here the day after arriving back in the states. I’m worried about her.
Her bedroom door is ajar, so I slowly enter and frown. Her bed hasn’t been slept in. She could have a boyfriend but surely she’d have mentioned it if she had. I move into the kitchen area and open the fridge. No food—only a few cans of diet coke. The cupboards are also half empty.
A key being placed in the lock to the apartment reaches my ears. I turn and find Ramon coming through the door looking tired. Actually he looks exhausted.
“What’s going on?” I ask, startling him.
“You’re here,” he states. “I thought you’d have stayed in Lexington a few more days before coming to find Paige.”
“Where is she? And Please don’t lie to me.”
He nods and drops onto the sofa. “She’s with Noah.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
I realize there is something terribly wrong when he holds my gaze. My feet take me closer to him and my legs give way, dropping me beside him.
“The day everyone met in Stowe for Charlotte’s wedding, she received a phone call from her doctor here in Boston.” He swallows hard and looks away. “She’s sick, Rachel, and the biggest issue has been her not wanting anyone to know.”
“What’s wrong?” I ask my eyes filling with tears.
