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“Maybe not mad. But it sure looks suspicious when a friend asks you to help out his sister and then you immediately start fucking her.”
“That’s a form of helping me,” she said. “It’s helped mea lot.”
I grinned, wrapping my arm around her waist, bringing her flush against my body. “Oh yeah? I didn’t realize you needed helped so badly.”
“Very badly,” she whispered. “All over my body.”
If it weren’t for Butch, we would have fucked on the dining room table. Instead, we spent the evening trading inside jokes and bites of shrimp. Dinner came and went with appreciative moans, fantastic red wine, and all the accolades to Butch. But once plates were cleared and the bedroom eyes were out to play, we quickly saw ourselves out of the dining room. There was only one thing on both our minds— getting back to my bedroom to continuehelping her.
Because that, in turn, helped me. Helped me forget about my stress. Helped me forget about Ian. Helped me forget that this affair was supposed to be so much more casual and infrequent than it was.
But I couldn’t care about that now. Not when I had Jessa’s pretty face and sunshine freckles in front of me, her entire being the lick of a spring breeze. When we were together like this—lip-locked and stumbling around—I felt like myself, the Damian I barely knew how to access anymore, who played video games on the weekends and got excited about the future and didn’t fester in a sour pit of anxiety.
In my bedroom, I had her dress unzipped before the door closed behind me. I helped her out of the gorgeous thing without breaking the kiss. By the time it hit the floor, my kisses were migrating south, past her collarbone, to the luscious expanse of her breasts. I held them in my palms as I kissed the tops of each, burying my face in her cleavage, getting absolutely fucking tit-drunk.
This was my favorite place to be.
She laughed, running her fingers through my hair. “You suffocating in there?”
“Not yet,” I mumbled, nuzzling deeper. “Trying, though.”
I guided her to the bed, unhooking her bra and then tugging her panties to the floor. I shucked my own clothes next, unable to look away from her for even a half second. Once I was naked in front of her, my cock reaching for her, I took her chin between my thumb and forefinger.
“I want you on top of me,” I whispered into her ear. “I’ve been fantasizing about this for too long. Sit on my face, babe.”
A nervous laugh slid out of her. “I’m too heavy.”
“Try me.”
She tipped her head as though this was a ridiculous idea. “Damian.”
I climbed onto the bed and leaned back, gesturing for her to follow me. “Climb on.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh, you’re serious.”
“Deadly.” I flashed her a wicked grin. “Sit on my face, Jessa.”
She looked at me as if I were speaking Mandarin but crawled my way as requested. “Damian, I don’t know about this…”
“I do know about this.”
“You’re gonna pass out,” she said, nibbling on her bottom lip as she straddled my chest, palms pressed hard against my sternum. “And then you’ll die.”
“No better way to go, if you ask me.” I palmed the wide sweep of her ass cheeks, my cock pricking to attention.
“But I’ll be the one who has to explain it to the newspaper,” she went on, advancing slowly, as if I might change my mind. I would never change my mind. Her gorgeous pussy hovered closer, advancing upon me like the most delicious dessert. “They’ll come up with some ridiculous headline, likeDeath by Thunder Thighs.I can’t have that, Damian.”
Her tightly trimmed pussy paused above my chin, her sweet scent making my mind fuzzy. Everything else fell away. All that existed was this luscious, swollen snack.
“Let’s make a deal. We try it this once, and if I don’t die, you promise to sit on my face whenever I ask.”
She covered her face with her hands and laughed. “I can’t believe you.”
I smoothed my hands over her thighs, up toward the crease where her leg met her pelvis. “You don’t have to believe me. You just have to sit on my face.”
I tugged at her hips which elicited a giggle, and then she sank down, down, down. My face found the damp crease of her pussy, my mouth immediately capturing her swollen clit. I moaned into her, loving the weight of her around me, the sweet stickiness greeting my chin. She was slick and so, so turned on. I ravaged her pussy with my mouth, plunging my tongue inside her tight cunt as deep as I could go, then flattening my tongue against the nub of her clit.
Her hips started a slow circle above me, a great sign. She was loosening up, leaning into it. I dug my fingers into the tops of her thighs, gripping her so there was no question about whose she was or where she belonged. I shook my face back and forth as I ate her out, and she cried out, bucking against my mouth.
