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“Here.” She’s written something in my notebook.
I, Molly Russo, officially declare I am sober enough to know I want nothing more than to be with you, Dashiell Hunter.
Shit. Her bubbly cursive is as adorable as her nuzzling into my neck, nibbling it…
I close the notebook and drop it to the side of the bed. “We’re supposed to be friends…”
“We are,” she purrs into my neck. “Really, really good ones.”
I slide my hand over her throat and use my thumb to tilt her chin up so I can look her in the eye. None of it is there. None of my darkness. None of the hesitation to love somebody. She’s goddamn pure of heart.
The devil reasons inside me. He makes all the excuses every weak man with a goddess in his arms would. He tells me I’m already broken so she can’t break me.
But something far worse than a broken heart is going to happen because staring into those round, brown, loving eyes of hers, I see something that will hurt me more than falling in love. I long for change when I stare into her eyes. My path has been set. I am who I am… the fall will kill me.
But why do I fucking care?
What did I have before her anyway?
She drops her tits toward me, but I’m holding her still, so only a nipple grazes some of my bare chest. Lust blindsides me. I’m weak for her. A fucking goner…
Even though I’m holding her like a man who is about to eat her alive, even though we’re naked next to each other and my lips a millimeter from hers, my silence lasts too long.
Insecurity creeps into her eyes. “I’m an idiot… you don’t want to…”
I take her mouth in mine, breathe in her words to swallow her doubt. I’ll never let her feel that way. Like I don’t want her. I fucking bleed for her.
My lips connect to the source of everything that matters to me right now. The playfulness melts out of her and passion takes over. She breathes harder, her cheeks are pink, her eyes are closed, but hints of her smile remain in round, lifted cheeks. My heart races thinking there’s anything about me that can make this woman happy.
I want to do it time and time and time again. She drapes her thigh over my hip, her pussy soaks the top of my thigh. I smooth my hands all over her until they’re wrapped around her curvy ass and slipping up and down her core from behind.
She moans, and I devour the sound, exploring her mouth while stroking her silky folds. She dances herself against my fingers, and every inch of me craves her. My cock is rock-solid, digging into her belly, begging me to spread her legs open and bury it inside her, but I keep my fingers moving, gliding in circles around her clit so she makes those sexy fucking noises I love.
Suddenly, she eases away, and her sweet gaze melts into something more naughty. “It’s my turn to taste you.”
She flattens my shoulders into the mattress, laying me down.
She peppers kisses down my neck. I take her chin. “You don’t have to…”
“Iwantto…” Her words are breathy, and her eyes flicker. “So bad. You have no idea how much I want to feel your cock on my tongue. Taste you. Feel you in the back of my throat…”
I take her nipple between my fingers and roll it. It’s hard, and I think mine are, too, now. “Pretty thing like you talking like a greedy little girl…”
She smiles and continues her journey of kisses down my abs. I sink my teeth into my lip when she massages my balls, grips my cock, and runs her hand root to tip before circling her tongue over the crown, wetting me with her mouth. She blows over the top of it, and the new sensation of cold has my toes curling.
My head falls back to the pillow, and when I close my eyes, all I feel is the wet heat of her mouth and the occasional graze of her teeth along my shaft, a near pain so sweet I can only call it pleasure. She works her mouth over my shaft like there’s a time limit. There probably is. Her little sucking noises build the telltale tingle in my balls. I need to focus, hold back, I want this to last forever… but it can’t. None of it can.
I almost let the reality of that ruin this but it’s laughable I have any control over what happens here and now. Her head rises up and down the length of me and I know I’m tumbling into some gravity-free place where I have no sense of direction. I need centering.
But instead of stopping this, I weave my fingers through her chestnut strands then tug at them. “Eyes on me, baby.”
It was a mistake to think connecting to her gaze might buy me more time in her perfect mouth and swollen lips. Because when her eyes water every time my cock hits the back of her throat, it’s so fucking hot I slip deeper into this oblivion. One more dip in and I’ll explode all over her face. And there’s only one place I’m letting go tonight.
I grip her under her arm to pull her up. “Sit on my face…”
She props herself up, elbows on either side of my hips. “What?” Her mouth glistens with saliva, and it’s hard not to ask to be back in her mouth, but I want mine on her even more.
“Sit. On. My. Face.” I repeat, more directly, because she isn’t following orders fast enough. I settle into the pillow and tug at her again. Goddamn, I need her pussy on my mouth. I missed the scent between her legs.
