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And I’d hardly even touched her yet.
That morning, anyway. Flashes of blond curls and curves for days, of naked skin slick with sweat as I pushed home, of pale pink lips and a smattering of freckles on a dainty nose I’d kissed as we both tried to catch our breath. The images pinged through my mind, there and gone in an instant, a swirling mess of color and memories from the night before that left me with a feeling of disquiet…and satisfaction in a way I’d never had before.
I tried to grab on to them.
Because disquiet was…concerning.
But then she shifted, her hips bucking, a needy, desperate sound filling the air, and the disquiet disappeared.
I’d already spread her thighs, positioned my body between them, so that movement of her hips meant her pussy came against my mouth, brushing against my lips, giving me a taste that meant I had no hope of thinking, of processing, or trying to hone those memories into focus. My body was reacting to that taste, to the scent of her—floral and sweet and tart.
I slid my tongue into her swollen pussy.
And I ate her.
Not thinking.
Not processing.
Just listening to her body, to the soft hitches of her breathing and the moans that came in increasing frequency. Listening to how she touched me, her fingers coming back to my hair, gripping tighter, holding me to her.
Nearly bursting out of her skin when I sucked on her clit.
Yeah.
Thatwas what I was talking about.
I kept sucking as I slid a finger inside, feeling her pussy ripple, hearing the way her moans changed, feeling the sweat beginning to bead on her skin, and knowing she was close.
I’d made her come before.
Enough times that we’d fallen asleep exhausted only hours before.
So, I knew she just needed—
I ran a finger through that dripping pussy, used the slickness of her desire to ease the way as I found the taut rosebud between her ass cheeks, pressed in, and felt her come apart around me.
“Joel!”
Her body was still shaking, her pussy still clenching around my finger, but my name on her tongue had that disquiet roaring to the forefront of my mind.
Turning to dread.
Please, God,no.
I slid my fingers free, reached up, and turned on the light.
“Fuck,” I whispered as it fully illuminated the woman in my bed.
The pussy I’d just been inside of was…
Billie Rose’s.
Two
Billie Rose
I’d thought he’d known it was me.
