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“What? It’s artistic.” She shrugs.
“It’s beautiful. I want that on my wall.”
“I doubt Savanna would approve of me being your poster girl.”
I lock her door, step forward, tracing my finger along her jawline, and then running the pad of my thumb along her lips. Her breath hitches. This woman is like a drug, and I’m an addict on the brink of demise. I lose all reason when it comes to her, and at this point, I don’t want to think anymore.
“Are we alone?” I ask, unbuttoning her back silk shirt. She nods as I slide the material off her shoulders. My hand traces the lace of her bra, reaching back to unclip it.
I unbutton her pants and slide them down. She steps out of it. She stands there like a goddess, every part of her body ready for me to worship.
She steps forward, undressing me, tracing her hands over my pecs and torso, licking her lips when she palms my cock in her small hands.
Standing here in the middle of her space, surrounded by her things, I realize how surreal this moment is. My phone vibrates in my pants on the floor, but I ignore it.
She dropped to her knees, flicking her tongue on the tip of my cock, her hands pumping along my length. She covers me inch by inch with her hot mouth until she starts fucking my cock with savage movements. She grabs my balls, massaging them, as she works me to the point of madness.
I grip her hair, pulling her forward against my thrusting hips. She looks up at me, her eyes tearing as I fuck her mouth so hard she gags. But she takes it like the good girl she is.
“Do you want my cum in your mouth?” I grunt, fucking her savagely. She nods, and after a few more jerks, I feel myself pouring into her. She drinks every drop, sucking me off after.
“Oh fuck, Bre, when did you get so filthy?”
“Now it’s my turn.” She practically drools, lying back and displaying her pink folds. I lean down, and she doesn’t need to ask, as I bow between her legs, hold her lips open and run my tongue along the soft soaked flesh. She cries out, and I continue the motion.
“Oh, God, Duke, I need to come.”
I start sucking at her clit, nipping at it to the point where she’s grabbing at my hair and rubbing herself shamelessly against my face. An orgasm wracks through her, her hips bucking, and wet sounds of me sucking up her cum fill the air. When I’m done, I get on my knees, grinning down at her flushed face.
“I love to suck that pretty pussy.” She tugs me onto her, laughing as I nuzzle her neck.
The room is fading to dusk, and lying here with her is the only place I want to be.
“I will see you in another life when we are both cats,” she tells me.
I laugh at that. “I thought you hated that movie.”
“I do. But maybe in another lifetime, we can do this, all day, every day, and not have to care about the repercussions.”
“I don’t care about anything but you right now.” I settle between her legs and sink into her so softly she lets out a moan. I move inside her gently, the way she deserves. I roll my hips and pepper kisses on her skin. When I pull out, I thrust in again just as gently, and when we come together, it’s both painful and beautiful, her lips parting, her face a picture of perfection. I spill every drop of myself into her, knowing that she will always have my soul.
“Where you been?” Jase asks when I saunter in a few minutes past nine.
“Working,” I answer, pouring myself a drink. “Where's Savanna and Justin?”
“She’s putting him to bed,” he tells me.
I take a seat opposite my brother. “Something you wanna say, bro?”
He stands and walks outside. It’s a clear night, and the cool air feels good against my skin.
He looks at me. “You were about three years old when our father left, I was seven, but I remember that it was a long time coming.” I have no idea why he wants to talk about this shit now.
“It started with late nights, and then the fighting started, about whose scent was on his shirt and that so and so had seen him with another woman. He eventually left. That part, you know. What you don’t know is that he left us for her, the other woman. Mom liked to say he was a deadbeat and that he couldn’t handle the responsibility, but it wasn’t the real reason.” I don’t like where this is going.
“We had nothing, at all, Denton. Mom was used to being a housewife. It’s all she knew. Every fucking job she landed, she messed up,” he shakes his head.
“What’s the point, Jase?”
