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It’s not something I’m likely to forget. Jericho was my first. The first man to have me. The first man to own me. The first man to break me.
If not for Sasha, Jericho would still be my only. It’s almost a sad thought that it took me so long before I could be with anyone else.Five years.
Here I am once more, with the same guy, and the pleasure pulsing through my body just from his kiss reminds me that I’ve always been helpless to resist him.
Jericho leaves my lips and kisses my cheek, my neck, my chest, then I melt against his mouth as he closes his lips over my aching nipple, sucking it through the fabric of my dress.
I moan from the pleasure claiming me from his hot mouth on my breast and the way he’s sucking me.
He moves back up to my lips, but he cups my breasts and strokes my nipples while he kisses me.
I’ve lost control of my body in all the right ways, and I don’t want him to stop touching me.
When he rolls the hem of my dress up to my hips so he can cup my sex and stroke my pussy through the lace of my panties, I moan again, moving against his hand for more.
The sudden thought that he’s touching me snaps my awareness back into focus, and I remember where we are.
Although we’re alone and Jericho has backed me into one of the darker corners where no one looking in can see us, we’re practically in public. This is an art gallery. A public place. Someone somewhere will be watching.
“Jericho, someone could walk in or hear us,” I rasp. With everything going on in my mind about us, it sounds strange to my ears that getting caught is what I’m worried about most.
“We have the place to ourselves,” he answers in a husky voice, filled with sexual need. “No one will come in.”
“But—”
He kisses my words away.
“River, you’re wet for me.” He licks my lips and sucks on my bottom lip, making me focus on how good he’s making me feel again. “Let me take care of your pussy.”
Before I can answer, he slips his hand into my panties so he can slide his finger inside my pussy.
He pumps slowly into my entrance, but it feels so good I have to grip his shirt.
“Your pussy feels so fucking good. I want to remember how you taste. Let me.”
My cheeks burn at the sound of his dirty words, but I shove the shy girl away again and nod, because nothing on earth sounds better than his request to taste me.
He gives me a grin filled with victory and sin, then pumps into my passage harder, finger-fucking me.
I moan with each thrust, trying not to be too loud, and failing. Anyone outside the opened door will be able to hear me, and the sound is carrying across the room.
With his free hand he pulls down the top of my dress and my bra so that my breasts can pop out. Exposed to the air, my nipples harden to tight, painful peaks, but the ache becomes sweet pleasure as soon as his mouth closes over them, and he sucks. He sucks, alternating from one breast to the other while he continues pumping his finger into my needy passage.
Fuck, it feels too good, and I can feel the start of a vicious orgasm building with every thrust.
Moments later, I’m there at the precipice of pleasure.
That’s when he crouches down, spreads my legs wider, and buries his face between my thighs.
He grasps my hips, so he can push his face deeper into my pussy, then he thrusts his tongue inside me.
The impact is so potent and powerful I have to arch into the wall and grab his shoulders to keep myself from falling off the face of the earth.
Holy shit. I’ve lost my mind to this man again, and I keep disappearing into the deep abyss of madness as he eats me out.
Suddenly, I’m coming on his face and my release is flowing into his mouth.
The release just flowed out of me and through me like a river rushing through an angry storm.
