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“Maybe you should refresh my memory,” he says, dropping to his knees, his hands immediately skimming up the sides of my thighs.
I suck on my teeth as he begins inching up the hem of my yellow sundress, clutching the annulment papers to my chest. Every single nerve ending in my body is screaming, telling me to put a stop to this until we have an actual conversation, but then his breath skates across my pussy, and I no longer care about talking.
What’s one more bad decision in the grand scheme of things?
“Lift your ass,” he commands, and I obey without even thinking, moving forward so he can slip the fabric of my dress up over my cheeks. He swears under his breath, shaking his head. “Still no panties, I see. Adding adultery to our list of sins, or were you just hoping to get lucky?”
One of his hands comes up, flattening between my breasts, urging me down; I go without complaint, hissing as my bare butt comes into contact with the cool glass surface, followed quickly by my shoulders as he pushes me all the way down.
Teeth scrape across my clit, and I jolt, the sharp bite sending a flash of delight through me. “I was hoping to get lucky,” I say, knowing that’s what he’s waiting for.
“Of course you were. Perfect little cum slut, ready to be fucked any time her husband takes his dick out.” A slap lands on the top of my pussy, pulling a yelp of surprise from my throat. “Now, what was your favorite form of poetic delivery? Recitations with the tongue?”
Kal’s fingers run slowly over the scars on the inside of my thigh—the K, plus the A he added the night of the recital. My own personal brand.
Good luck getting rid of me after that, asshole.
I stare up at the patio covering, tracing the cobwebs with my eyes, seeing his head dip between my legs again. His tongue tracks behind his fingers, leaving a trail of cool saliva in his wake, and when they graze my clit, I shiver, my body already dangerously close to falling apart, wound tight after weeks of abstaining.
“The key, as we know, to any good poem,” Kal breathes, swiping his tongue across me once. Twice. Three times, until I’m tossing the annulment papers aside, gripping the edges of the table to keep from bowing off of it. “Is passion.”
With that, he buries his mouth in my pussy, forming a tight seal around my lips, sucking my clit into his mouth and showering it with lashings of his tongue. An arm snakes up my torso, fingers hooking in the top of my sundress and yanking one breast free.
He squeezes as his tongue penetrates me, massaging in and out, then slides up between my folds and swirls over my clit. Repeating the passage, alternating between the sucking and licking, he creates a tempo that has pressure building in my belly, spreading outward like a heatwave.
“Do you know how many nights I dreamed of having you here, just like this?” he asks against me, the vibrations from his lips sending shock waves of ecstasy through me. “How many times I pumped my cock dry to the image of you spread open and whimpering for me?”
I shake my head in answer, even though I’m sure he can’t see. He hums against me, speeding up the flickering of his tongue, and this time when I come, he doesn’t even have to ask me to look at him; my eyes immediately seek his, locking on as my orgasm rocks my entire body, back arching away from the table, a strangled sound ripping its way from my throat.
“There. I know I’m a little rusty on my spoken word, but judging by the flush on the audience’s cheeks and the cum on my taste buds, I’m inclined to believe I still know what I’m doing.”
Wiping his mouth on my thigh, Kal straightens into a standing position, reaching up and undoing the buttons on his shirt. He shoves it off his shoulders, the black material falling to the ground, and then works his pants open, pushing them down over his hips and kicking them to the side.
His cock bobs free, a pearly bead of arousal seeping from the tip of his thick crown, and he strokes himself slowly, dragging his gaze over me. “I will never get tired of seeing you like this,” he says with a little shake of his head, like he can’t quite believe I’m here.
Taking a step toward me, he fists his shaft, rubbing roughly between my lips, smearing my juices all over. Each pass over my clit sends a bite of pain through my sex—the kind that curls on the end, into immeasurable pleasure.
“You want this?” he asks, lifting one eyebrow, and even though I should say no and put myself together, get back to the matter at hand, my body is in disagreement.
One tiny, almost imperceptible nod, and that’s it; he lets out a soft groan, shoving in to the hilt with one thrust of his hips, filling me so tightly that I’m not sure I’d be able to get him out if I wanted to. After this, they’ll be scraping bits of Kal’s DNA from my insides for the rest of my life.
Slamming his hands down on either side of my head, he starts slow, dragging his cock against my inner walls, smoothing the tip over every ridge and sensitive muscle. The table creaks beneath our weight, shifting with each thrust, and I wrap my legs around his waist, trying to pull him as close as possible.
“Fuck,” he says, closing his eyes and tilting his head back, that one syllable flooding my entire being with warmth, making me lightheaded. “I’ve missed you so goddamn much, little one. Your pussy, your brain, your smart fucking mouth. The Asphodel is not the same without you in it.”
I grit my teeth, trying not to lash out while he feels so incredible inside of me. My stomach tightens, another orgasm already rolling up my spine, and I reach up, smoothing my thumbs over his cheekbones, my palms over the light beard dusting his jaw.
His eyes snap open, narrowing. “You’re doing it again.”
“Doing what?”
“Saying goodbye. Don’t fucking do that, Elena. Don’t touch me like you think it might be the last time.”
I gasp as he picks up his pace, driving into me with such force the table starts to move backward, slamming into the wall before it comes to a stop. “I’m not doing anything.”
“Don’t lie to me,” he says, reaching up to collar my throat with one hand, flexing his hold on the sides. “Why did you come all the way here if you weren’t planning to stay?”
“You served me annulment papers!”
