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He caught a whiff of her female arousal scent, and pushed it into his nostrils. She threw back her head for a moment, thrusting her fingers in and out of herself, steadily. His own cock was about to burst but damn, he couldn’t resist. He needed to taste her one more time—because tonight would be it.
Get your fill of Brit while you can.
His heart galloped in his chest like a caged animal who had finally been released. He bridged the gap between them and ducked his head between her legs, groaning, “My turn.”
She was disengaging her fingers when he French kissed her pussy, without the finesse from earlier. He got hooked on her and needed another fix. She bucked into his mouth, offering her sweet cunt to him. He thrust his tongue inside her, licking her, sucking her pearly essence. She moaned, loud, her thighs shaky around him. He flicked her clit, feeling the pulse in her hot bud, and rolling his fingers over it in a maddening rhythm.
Soon, she came in his mouth, calling his name, moaning while he savored every bit of her cream. When she calmed down, once again the scent and taste still in his mouth drew him in, and he licked her clit one more time. “Damian… I want you inside me,” she hissed.
“I am inside you,” he said, grazing his teeth over her fold.
“I want your cock,” she said, her voice edgy.
He covered her body with his, and she wrapped her legs around his torso. The instant he looked her in the eye, the shimmer in her rich brown irises pinned him to place. Enthralled him and fascinated him. Staring into her eyes meant running inside a maze, leaving him unsure if he wanted to find a way out or to stay lost in there forever.
Positioning himself, he groaned, clinging to the last shred of control. He thrust inside her, and her delicious inner walls clung to him. Inch by inch, he plunged himself into her. She drew in a breath, and he could feel the stiffening of her body as she adjusted to him. He gave her a few seconds to relax, and when she loosened the grip around his neck, her limbs softened, he retreated himself from her halfway only to impale her again. “Are you okay?” he hissed.
“Yes. I may not be able to walk or sit right away, but I’ll survive.”
He stopped moving. “Oh, I’m—”
She chuckled, arching her hips into his. “I’m kidding. I’m loving it.”
He bit her lower lip in retaliation and released it with a pop. Her quiver must have been contagious, because he trembled, anticipating the pleasure revving up.
He lifted her right back all the way to his shoulder level, and slammed her pussy in shallow, quick, hard thrusts. Her sexy, hoarse whimpering sounds filled the air. The woman amused him minutes earlier and now enjoyed vigorous fucking. These small realizations drained him of whatever self-control he had left, and he increased the tempo, slamming to his hilt, then retreating and returning deeper.
He kissed her calf, angling her leg so he’d slide even deeper into her, and that did it—soon, her pussy contracted around him, then released, and she called his name. Sweat slicked her face and neck, and she squirmed and convulsed, coating him with her cream.
She nipped his shoulder, blowing air on his skin after she left him a mark, and the gesture drove him over the edge. He fucked her until his balls tingled, the warning he was about to explode. A beat later, he let go and filled her with his load. Even seconds after the last drop of his come parted with him, the pleasure still pulsed through him, steady like a drum.
He rolled off her, lying next to her while their breaths eased.
“I was right. I may need some help walking,” she said, a light tone lacing her voice. “It’s been a while.”
“Same here.” He looked at the ceiling. “How long has it been for you?”
“Too long,” she said. “You?”
He drew a breath. When was the last time he’d had sex this good? Couldn’t even remember. “A year.”
“A year?” she repeated, then turned to her side, propping herself on her elbow to look at him. “But then you were with Violet.”
“Yeah. Our marriage wasn’t doing well,” he said.
“Why not?” she asked, and he detected the hint of nervousness in her voice, like she didn’t know if she should ask such question or not.
He ran his fingers through his hair. The reasons why he’d stashed away in a dark part of his memory. It was easier to think of Violet as an absent mother than himself as a mediocre husband. His heart clutched in his chest. A part of him wanted to open up with Brit, to talk, but why? Why would he show her a less-than-perfect side of his?
They were supposed to have one night only. Why spoil it with real life stuff?
He slid to the side of the bed and got up, glancing at the floor, searching for his clothes. “I have to go.”
“Right now?”
“Yes. Amanda sometimes has nightmares in the middle of the night, and I want to be there if she does,” he said, shamelessly using his daughter to get out as soon as possible. He slid on his underwear and pants and picked up his shirt. His excuse wasn’t a complete lie—but he still had another forty minutes by the time Amanda woke up at her regular time.
She flashed him a half-smile. “I understand.”
Of course she did. Brit had a big heart and always helped those in need. She had no idea how beautiful, generous and amazing she really was—and perhaps that was part of her charm. But he couldn’t stay here for the rest of the night and tell her. Not when he had no intention of sticking around.
