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I inhale. Even over the aromatherapy fragrance, I can smell her. Scent her. Her ripeness and her sweetness. She’s ready for me.

I should ask her. I should ask her if she’s sure. I should give her a chance to say no. A chance to leave. A chance to go back to the way everything was before—the comfort of it all for both of us.

I should do all those things.

But I don’t.

Instead, I dive between her legs, slide my tongue inside her pussy, taste her cream.

Her hands. They’re in my hair, and she’s right about the product. Her hands will be full of oil, but I don’t care.

All I care about right now is tasting her pussy, eating her, licking her, making her go wild with desire.

Her texture is like slick satin on my tongue, and the flavor… Oh God, the flavor.

Sweet, tart, unique.

Amanda. I’m tasting Amanda. I’m eating the pussy of my best friend in the world.

And damn, I’m liking it. I’m liking it a lot.

I suck and slurp and pull her labia between my teeth. She tastes so good, and I could bury my face in her forever, except…

I need to give her clit some attention. I want to make her come. I want to make her come so hard that she never forgets who did it to her. That every time she looks at me, sees my mouth, she remembers it on her pussy, eating her, giving her pleasure.

I can’t stop. Don’t want to stop. I flick my tongue over her clit once, twice, three times…

“Jackson! Oh my God!”

She squeezes her thighs around me as she pulses. I feel every contraction as if it were my own.

God, yes. She’s coming. Sweet Mandy is coming. All over my face.Myface.

I keep licking her, my cock throbbing inside these damned black jeans that I wish would just dissolve into nothingness at a mere thought.

I suck, I eat, I kiss her wet thighs…

Until I can stand it no longer.

I force myself away from her pussy, and I ignore her whimper of loss.

These damned jeans. They’re tight, and they take some time to get off. I nearly fall to the floor trying to wiggle out of them, but finally I’m free. My cock is free and hard and ready.

I return to the bed, climb on top of Mandy, and thrust into her heat.

God, she’s so tight, and she lets out a scream as I invade her.

Is she a virgin? It’s not something we’ve talked about. I never thought…

And then I don’t care.

All thoughts cease.

And all I do is fuck her. Fuck her tight little pussy. After a few thrusts, I realize my eyes are closed.

Do I keep them closed? Do I look at her? Do I face what I’ve done? What I’m doing?

Mandy makes the decision for me. “Please, Jack. Open your eyes. I want to see your eyes.”