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Queeny holds her soft breasts around me and slides down my shaft in a tit fuck. Her tongue swirls over my crown with every downward pass, and I see stars. My stomach dips and twists with every stroke. My pulse throbs in my neck and cock.

“Christ. So sexy, baby.” My hips can’t help but thrust, and my scrotum tightens.

She doesn’t take her eyes off my length as it slips in between her flesh. Warmth rushes through my veins like a hit of heroin. My dick twitches, begging to be inside of her, fully seated and whole.

“Baby, I need you,” I whimper.

That does it. With one last kiss to my crown, she stands. Her eyes are dilated and her mouth is open, crazed with lust. One by one, she flicks her buttons loose. There’s only, like, five, but it’s taking an excruciatingly long time.

“You want my pussy, Manny?” Her tone is thick with desire.

“Yes,” I breathe, pulling off my shirt. “I want it all.” I want to devour every fucking inch of her.

Queeny helps me with my pants because my legs are still recovering. She’s sensual and loving, never making me feel less than I was before the accident. She tells me I’m her superhero, but I just did what anyone would do for a child, especially one who’s like their own. There are days I get frustrated with my slow progress, but she soothes my agitation, telling me I’m perfect just as I am. Reminding me that she almost lost me.

Mae stands and props her leg up on the couch, widening her stance and giving me a perfect view of her slick pussy as her fingers glide through it. “You’re so fuckin hot,” she murmurs.

Me? She’s the one who could melt Antarctica into a hot spring right now. But the way she’s half-lidded, staring at me as if I’m Adonis incarnate, tells me she means it—no matter my fractured state.

I draw her hand away from where my dick wants to be and suck her fingers into my mouth. Flavors of sex, honey, and Mae explode on my tongue. “So good.”

Pulling her on top of me, I caress and savor her silky skin.

Mae shifts, and I notch inside. We both moan, savoring our connection.

“You feel incredible. The stretch is…” She sighs, closing her eyes and rocking a slow, sensual pace. “Mmm.” She eases back on my lap, and her hand slides down her torso and flicks her swollen clit. She moans. “You’re all I thought about while I was out. Scheming about what I wanted to do to you when I got home. Mmph.” She flicks her tongue at my mouth while she rocks against my pelvis.

My hands dig into her hair, holding her to me. “Yeah? Tell me.”

“I was so wet at work today. I wondered if anyone could tell.”

Jesus, I don’t know why that turns me on so much. “Were you aching for me, baby?”

“So much.” Her voice is thick, sounding like she’s on the verge of tears, and I get it.

I get her. I understand her need is more than sexual. She needs reassurance that the nightmare is over.

“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere,” I murmur. I’d take a blood oath if she asked me to. “Never again.” My poor Queeny. God knows what she went through when I was under. She had to be out of her mind. I certainly would have been.

With a small sniffle, she nods against my forehead.

With one arm around her back and one cupping her head, I hold her to me. “I love you, baby, and I’m right here.” I’ll tell her every day of our lives if I have to.

“Love you.” She pants, her hips swiveling faster. A beautiful flush spreads from her chest to her cheeks.

My legs shake and my diaphragm quakes, winding a tight coil in my gut, burning through my cock. I’m not ready to come so I lift her off me.

Her chest heaves, and a small smile forms on her face. “You learn fast.”

That gives me another fantasy. “We’ll have to explore that, Ms. Keller. I want an A, for sure.”

She giggles, calming her breath. “I like that idea, very much. Only…” She bites her lip and looks at me through her lashes. Coy and fucking sexy.

“Only what, baby?” I peck her lips, sliding back inside her. Christ, it’s perfection.

“I’ll need you to teach me, Sir,” she purrs like a leopard.

“Jesus.” My head drops to her shoulder in a haze of lust. I can just imagine her in a slutty little plaid skirt and a tight button-down shirt, her nipples poking through the semi-sheer fabric and her doe eyes begging me to fuck her raw. “Gonna come.”

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