Page 30 of The Betrayal

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Page 30 of The Betrayal

“Beg,” my voice comes out needy and I am the one on my knees begging for her to let me continue eating her cunt. I am famished. “Beg me baby, I need to taste you again.”

She quivers, her bottom lip being dragged in by her teeth.

“Taste me, fill me, just…” and she doesn’t even get a chance to finish her plea as my tongue is on her clit, my fingers slipping slowly into her tight pussy. “Yes,” she pants, her fingers tightening on the ablaze sheets beneath her.

I coax her orgasm, the tip of my curled fingers rubbing her g-spot causing her back to arch, her tits pushed out. Kneeling up and instantly regretting moving my mouth off her pretty pussy, I lock my tongue round her pert nipple and treat it to the same attention as I did her clit while my fingers are still buried deep inside of her.

“This can’t happen again,” she whispers against my lips and the need to fuck her barrels over me.

“I know,” I murmur against the skin of her chest, gliding my lips up to her neck.

“We need to promise.”

“Promise,” I muster, and I have already decided that I am going to break that promise. A lot, most likely.

Her fingers fumble at my fly and I remove my fingers out of her, pushing them to my lips as I suck them clean.

Her eyes widen when she frees my cock from my pants.

“Condom,” she licks her lips, breathy moans filling the room as I take a moment to just admire her.

Turning, I walk towards my bedroom and give no fucks that my cock is resting against my stomach as I raid my nightstand.

This is not what I had planned when I drove home from work.

I wanted to actually sit and talk to her.

Yet, here I am again. Crossing every fucking line. Man, what am I talking about; there is no fucking line. The line is gone, I crossed that line hours ago. It’s nothing but a mere distant memory.

Kicking my pants off as I walk into the room, I toss her the condom as I fumble with the buttons of my shirt. She is up, on her knees resting on the bed as her small hands skim up my chest and I don’t miss the way my skin burns at her touch. In a good way though. Her hands travel up as she pushes my shirt off my shoulders.

My hand clasps her face, eyes falling to her begging lips. They’re not begging long.

This is intimate. Too intimate but I don’t care.

My lips are on hers, her arms locked around my neck as our bodies are pressed together, heart thrumming under our skin. She trails her hands down my body until she’s rolling the condom down my hard cock and I am foaming at the mouth to be inside of her.

Laying her down, her legs parting, my hands fall either side of her head.

“This time, I am going to savor every moment,” I whisper against her lips just as I slide into her in one, swift hip roll. She gasps, her hands on my cheeks as she pulls me down to her lips, legs wrapped around my back and possessiveness riles up inside of me as I ride her into the mattress. Hard and punishing but not in a ‘I hate you’ way.

No. More in a ‘I can’t get enough of you’ way.

The best fucking way.

CHAPTER TEN

ARIZONA

It had been a week since my encounter with Keaton. And we have kept to our promise, sort of. It’s more him than me. But there has been no sex. Just everything in between.

I took a leave of absence from work and to be honest, it has done me the world of good.

I like my job, I don’t love it, but I am comfortable there, but after what happened I just needed a break and as long as when I go back I am only up on the stage and with the girls, I’ll be fine.

Walking towards the entrance of Jack’s Wife Freda, Connie had arranged lunch, and I am sooo looking forward to it. It’s been a hot minute since we have had the chance to sit down and catch up.

The autumn air is beginning to get a nip to it, and I miss summer already. Yes, it’s hot and humid, but I would take summer over winter any day.




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