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I'm starting to think I could make him do anything, and the scary thing is that so could he. We're pretty much in the same boat.
One thing I know for sure, though, is that the big fucker knows how to navigate these waters way better than I do.
I’m still in the middle of a maelstrom going rampant inside of me. Suddenly, there are all these feelings and sensations in my heart, in my body, and in my head, and I haven't begun to understand them.
I've just barely managed to accept them, but I could not keep on denying them. Not anymore.
I feel something for Devon Welton, something that runs deeper than anything I've ever felt before. Something that scared me so much on impact that I had to hide it from myself, but not anymore.
I want this. I want him.
I’m not going to pretend I just loathe his sexy ass anymore because there's so much more behind each and every fight we have ever had since we met five years ago.
Maybe I just needed a little liquid courage to deal with it, but I’m not going to lie to myself anymore.
There's a pull between us, and I'm going to let myself surrender to it. I want to. I need to; there's no going back.
I feel his erection jumping in my hand, his hips pitching forward against my thigh, as his big hands travel under the skirt of my obscenely bunched-up gown in order to reach the place that his every touch and every sexy grunt rasping from his throat are setting up in flames.
"Fuck, baby, I want you so much… so much," he mutters against my cleavage, his fingers stroking over the dampness of my panties. I feel my insides clamp hungrily on the insufferable emptiness that is driving me insane, and I bite my lips to hold in a moan as I reach to turn his head to me more roughly than I intended to. I need his hot mouth on mine. Nothing else would do.
He stills the movement of my hand on his cock, but doesn’t move away from my touch. “Enough, doll. Unless you really want to give the driver quite the show.”
I grin a little at him. “Really? And what kind of show would that be, Dev?”
I feel the hot, wet tip of his tongue behind my ear, and I nearly lose my seat. "The kind of show that starts with me fucking you so hard that the poor cabbie gets whiplash from it and ends with this hideous taxi crashing onto the other lane. So don’t be a tease. I’ll give you a preview anyway, just sit tight and enjoy, baby.”
I start to formulate a sassy retort about how much he would enjoy my teasing, but then I gulp it back down when his mouth once again plunders mine, devouring my ecstatic sighs. I feel his hand part my legs, his fingers diving under the skirt of my dress, once again reaching my core.
He unceremoniously rips my panties and helps me out of them. “You’re not going to need these for tonight, but I’ll keep ‘em as a souvenir,” he whispers in the hollow of my throat, making me tremble even more.
With utter nonchalance, he pockets my panties. Like that's the kind of thing that one would do every day without a second thought, and then I sense the tips of his long, squared fingers at the entrance of my pussy.
I should have known he would be the type to go right for it, his constant no-nonsense attitude should have clued me in, but I still don’t expect the sudden intrusion and the burst of pleasure rushing from my core to every nerve ending in my brain. “God…” I moan on his lips.
He shakes his head, his slanted aqua eyes dilated, their color deep. “No, not God. Just me. Just Devon. Say my name, baby. I love it when you say my name.”
"Devon…" I breathe out, and then his mouth is on mine again, his index finger thrusting in and out of my pussy at a maddening pace, his thumb relentlessly pressing on my clit, making me buck violently.
“Fuck, you’re so wet. I can feel your juices dripping down my wrist, baby. Can’t wait to see your perfect cunt. Can’t wait to have that honey on my tongue.”
His gruff and gravelly voice, his timbre low and breathless, all combined with dirty words that I would never have imagined possible coming out from his uptight mouth, make the walls of my pussy strangle his big digit even more.
I'm completely submerged in him, his touch, his breath, his lips on my skin. His masculine smell is overpowering every last bit of rationality left in me. “Oh, Devon… I’m… I’m going to—” I moan in pleasure, my voice pitched so high that I barely recognize it.
His big frame is covering me from view and holding me steady. “I’ve got you, love… I’ve got you. Let go.”
I tug at his shirt to pull it out of his pants and slide my not-busy hand underneath the crisp white fabric, frantically searching for some skin. I need to feel his heat under my fingers. Now.
I feel the corded muscles of his flat lower stomach clench under my touch, a soft moan escaping his lips, breaking our feverish kiss for a moment, and then I do it. I let go. My body awash in sensations I never knew existed while the tide of my orgasm ebbs and flows through me, making my pussy spasm and clutch his long finger.
I feel myself flush all over as I lean my forehead against his, and we stare into each other's eyes, breathing heavily.
He has his hand still buried between my pussy lips, his finger still inside of me. He shakily strokes my cheek and my jaw with his other hand, moving a lock of hair away from my face.
He is glancing at me in utter adoration. I’ve never felt this precious, this cherished in my life.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Lynn. I can’t believe you finally see.”
