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“Yes.” She writhed.
“Good girl. Want me to make you feel good now?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “But I want to make you feel good, too.”
“Don’t worry, pretty girl, you will.” He dropped a kiss on her plump mound.
Funny, when he’d been a kid, his old man had always warned him against being led around by his dick. He’d railed about the evils of women, especially when he’d been deep into his Crown and Coke. But One-Mile didn’t mind at all that his world seemed to revolve now around this one woman and her pussy. She was his life. His pleasure would come from her. His children would be birthed from her.
This pussy was his, just like she was.
With a hungry hum, he raked his tongue up her juicy slit, gratified when she bent her knees wider for him as he continued kissing his way up her body. He lingered on her belly, letting her know that he loved her and he loved their son. Then he wended his way back to her breasts, curling his tongue around them as he pressed a pair of fingers inside her and teased her distended clit with his thumb.
Her body went taut. He could see her heartbeat throbbing at her neck and her fair skin flushing with arousal. She wouldn’t last long. Neither would he.
“This is the first night of the rest of our lives,” he murmured against her skin. “I want to spend it inside you.”
“Yes,” she whispered, lifting her head to kiss him.
Her mouth was a distraction he’d never regret. No matter what he was doing or where he was going, if she offered him this mouth, he was going to take it.
One-Mile nipped at her soft lower lip, then slid inside. She tasted as sweet as the wedding cake she’d eaten earlier. He moaned, drowned, and happily lost himself as she put her arms around him. Then she urged him onto his back.
To humor her, he rolled to a prone position. “Want something, pretty girl?”
She nodded. “You always give me pleasure from head to toe. I want to do the same to you.”
He folded his hands under his head with a wicked grin. “You want to touch me? You go right ahead.”
“Anywhere?”
“Everywhere. It’s all yours…”
“It better be, mister.” She shot him a playful grin.
He smirked back as she bent and slid her pouty lips across his jawline, breathed on his neck, then nipped at his ear before she whispered, “When I touched myself, all I could think of was you. The thumbs grazing my nipples were yours. My fingertips gliding down my skin were yours, too. And when I stroked myself…”
The cocky grin slid off his face. “You thought of me when you touched your clit?”
“Every time.”
Her purr in his ear, coupled with her touch skimming his torso like the most elusive tease, made him shudder. “Yeah?”
“Yes. And I sometimes lay in bed at night, fantasizing about of all the ways I’d touch you if you came back to me.”
“All of them?” He swallowed hard.
“Over and over.” She pinched his nipple.
He sucked in a breath, feeling a jolt of pleasure all through his body. “Oh, baby. You’re not my shy thing anymore.”
She shook her head, the satisfied female grin she wore a temptation in itself. “Between your seduction and the pregnancy hormones, you’ve created a monster.”
Hot damn. “Show me.”
Her smile merely widened, then she dragged her lips down to his pecs, nipping at the flat discs of his nipples as her teasing fingers swirled around his abs, played in his navel, then toyed with the button on his pants. “You’re overdressed.”
Holy shit, she was raising his blood pressure. “Couldn’t agree more.”
One-Mile shucked everything he wore in record time. His cock ached for her, and he resisted the urge to lead her hand down. He wanted to see how bold she would get on her own because he was definitely enjoying this. Not that it would last. He loved seducing his pretty girl and making her blush too much to give that up.
“Think I won’t show you?” Her smile was almost smug as she bent her head and flattened her tongue across his nipples. At the same time, her fingers stopped their idle wandering and wrapped around his cock with a squeeze.
One-Mile hissed at the dual jolts of sensation, then muttered a thick curse when her thumb skimmed over the sensitive head in a barely there brush and her fist bumped the ridge under his crown.
Holy fuck, where did she learn that?
He moaned. “Pretty girl?”
“Yes?” She toyed with his nipple and stroked his shaft in long, slow glides, dallying with all his most sensitive spots and acting as if she had all night to torment him.
Touching her had aroused him enough to start his heart revving and his blood pumping. But this? If she didn’t fucking stop soon, he’d embarrass himself. “It’s been a month. Why don’t you let me—”
