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The next time she takes me all the way to the back of her throat, I know I’m going to come. There’s not a damn thing I can do about it.

“Mo …” I have to stop and inhale before I can complete the sentence. “Baby, I’m going to come.” My voice is hoarse as shit.

I almost think this is a dream when her lips stretch into a smile around my dick. Her tongue strokes the vein at the underside of my cock, and that’s it.

I’m coming into her mouth.

And my sweet girl takes every drop of it. Watching her throat work to swallow my come almost causes me to go blind. I can feel the energy leaving my body. She’s sucking the life out of me, and I’ll let her take every ounce of it.

She releases me before I feel like I’m about to pass out. I’m able to get my bearings somehow. I pick her up from the floor to straddle me. A yelp of surprise passes through her when I slam her hips down on my cock. Yes, I’m still hard and want to watch her come as she rides me.

“Take all of me, baby,” I insist.

She throws her head back and palms my chest before … heaven.

That’s the only word to describe watching her bounce up and down on my dick. I move my hands to her hips, slowing her pace down. I don’t want to rush anything about being inside of her like this.

We watch one another, our bodies speaking the words that won’t come out. I’ve seen just about every expression of emotion one can think of on her face over the years. I’ve even fantasized about what she would look like taking my dick.

But nothing beats seeing it in person. I want to drink up every second of it. Commit it to memory for the minutes, days, and hours I can’t be inside of her to sustain me.

Right when I’ve gotten my fill, we’re both coming. In unison, as if our bodies both waited for only this moment. Our orgasms rush over us in waves. They cause my hips to jerk upward. I do my best not to completely lose myself, however.

I pull out of her. Cum splashes on her thighs and abdomen. I want nothing more than to come inside of her, but this will have to do for now.

“Fuck,” she murmurs as she lays her head against my chest.

I caress her back, trailing my fingers through the beads of sweat that accumulated from our vigorous workout.

“I-I didn’t think …” She tries to make out words in between pants but can’t.

I don’t need her to, though.

Nothing could’ve prepared me for what this feels like. I assume it’s the same for her. I know it is.

I cup her face, making her look up at me. “What the hell took me so long to get to you?”

She presses her lips together before lowering her head to kiss the center of my chest.

“Probably me,” she whispers before laying back down against my chest.

We lay like this for a long time. This time, I stroke my hand through her hair and hold her body against mine with my free arm.

Not for the first time, I silently promise to always keep her safe. Maybe we would’ve gotten together sooner if I hadn’t failed at doing it before.

I can’t help but think about the time I failed to protect her, and it almost ended in a disaster for the both of us.

CHAPTER13

Then

Diego

“The voicemail is full …”

I grunt and disconnect the call. This is the third time my call to Monique has gone directly to her voicemail. All of the different scenarios of where she could be or what could be wrong start to go off in my head.

It’s been a few days since I’ve spoken with Monique. We got into another argument about a different jerk she’s been seeing. This one, though, is the douchebag of all douchebags.