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“What about this one?” I brush the star-shaped flower on her trigger finger.
“Also for you. A Balloon flower, meaning—”
“Endless love,” I finish for her, mesmerized as her smile grows.
Who the fuck was I kidding thinking I’d be able to walk away from Lex? I’m just as obsessed with her now as I was before.
I give her another once-over, wishing she’d undressed before lying down.
“I’m obsessed with you,” I tell her quietly.
Her eyes flutter open, and meeting mine, she says, “I would kill for you.”
She did.
Focusing on my towel, she pulls the corner from where I tucked it in the top, making it fall off my body and down to the floor. Her gaze touches every part of my front. My muscles are bigger, harder; my face is leaner, paler; I have more tats, more scars. Outside, I’m not the same man I was. Inside…I don’t even know. I want to be myself again. I just don’t have a fucking clue how yet.
“I’m different,” I confess with a husky voice.
She reaches her hand out to grip my stiff cock and I almost fucking come on the spot. Mine is the only hand that’s touched my cock in two and a half years.
Scooting her head and shoulders forward, she licks the precum off my slit.
I fucking shudder trying to control myself. I could coat her face in cum right noweasily. “You’re perfect,” she tells me, making me want to believe her. She adds, “For me,” then takes my head into her mouth, sucking it all the way to the back of her goddamn throat.
“Jesus Christ.” I grasp the crown of her head for balance.
Lex’s mouth is so warm and so wet and so fucking tight as she hollows out her cheeks that my ass clenches up, and then—
“Fuuuck,” I groan as I explode in her mouth, her throat closing around my tip with every swallow she takes.
“That was fucking embarrassing,” I say, out of breath even though I did absolutely jack shit.
“I loved it.”
“Yeah? How much?”
“I’ll show you.”
Seeing her other hand lower past her stomach, I snatch her wrist before she even gets to her waistband and growl, “Mine.”
In prison, I had to be territorial. If you let one person touch you or your belongings, every person thinks they can, and they’ll never stop. Nothing with you or on you is safe, so you have to be on guard at all times.
But with Lex, the need to claim her isn’t just about safety. It’s involuntary. It’s instinctual. She is mine, every fucking part of her, outside and in.
Releasing her wrist, I stick my own hand down the front of her sleep shorts, finding her fucking drenched, allowing me to slip two fingers right in.
I get caught up pumping slowly in and out of her, just to feel the inside of a motherfucking pussy again—hermotherfucking pussy—that I almost forget about getting her an orgasm.
While pressing my thumb down on her clit, I tell her, “Fuck, you feel so good. So tight.”
“I haven’t been fucked in two and a half years.”
All movement in my hand comes to a halt.
“You haven’t been with anyone else since…”
Of all the scenarios I imagined, Lex being celibate while I was away never made the list. Lex could get dick outside an erectile dysfunction clinic.
