“Yeah.”

“I’m not the type to walk away. Why do you think I never let anything get started? Our policy has always been to be upfront and honest about our relationship. That hasn’t changed.”

“Wow, relationship.”

He snickered. “I got so much shit about it, I figure it’s time for labels.”

She glanced away to hide her grin.

“Don’t act like that shit doesn’t make you happy.”

“I said nothing.”

“You didn’t have to.” He ran his fingers through her hair. “Are we cool?”

“Yeah, I think we are.?

?

“Thank God. ’Cause I missed my pussy.”

Her jaw dropped and her breasts grew heavy, as if on command.

“Are you wet for me, Jo-Jo? Because I’m hard for you. Have been from the minute I walked inside.” He tugged at her hair and she moaned. “That’s my girl. You’re ready for it fast and dirty, aren’t you?” He nipped her earlobe. “You’re even wearing a skirt.”

Chill bumps broke out over her arms and collarbone. His voice felt like sumptuous velvet. It glided over her and inflamed her senses.

“Show me how much you missed me, Jo-Jo. Pull up your skirt and stroke that pretty pussy.”

“Moose.”

“You get shy on me while I was away?” He smirked. “Guess I better make sure and fix that.”

His voice rumbled in her ear, starting fireworks in her belly. She held her breath in anticipation of his next movement.

“Did you forget the rules?” He pulled her hair tighter. “I ask and you do.”

“Yes, sir.” Her hands shook as she reached down and began to bunch up her floor-length, gray terrycloth skirt.

“Much better.” He grunted.

Cool air assaulted the slick heat of her core through the boy-cut teal panties.

“I like this shade of blue on you.” The rip of cloth and the snap of elastic against her skin made her gasp. “I like it better off. Brace yourself. I can smell you from here and I’m starving.” He sank to his knees, parted her wet folds and flicked her clit with his tongue.

A ragged moan escaped her lips as she bent slightly to keep from toppling over.

He explored every inch of her, pausing to suck and flick her sensitive bundle of nerves.

Her breath caught in her lungs and her legs shook as she approached the start of a massive release. “I-I’m going to come.”

“Not yet, Jo-Jo.”

He eased two fingers inside, and she sobbed. “Please.”

“You’re so pretty when you beg me.” He hooked his fingers and she rocked her hips. “Open your eyes and I’ll give you what you want.”

She struggled against the rapture weighing down her lids and met his brilliant blue gaze.


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