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“Ditto,” she whispers. Her words make me smile. I didn’t know how much I needed to hear this from her.

“So, give it a chance. Let me show you this place as I see it. Not as your sisters do. Not as that accountant brain of yours does. Let me show you how wonderful it is here.” Her breath comes in short spurts. “You may find that you like it here, and if you don’t, no one is making you stay.”

“We’ll take it slow?” The words barely leave her lips when she laughs. “Too late, right?”

“Yeah.” I press my lips against hers, breathing her in. “Way too late, but we’ll get through it.”

“Okay,” she says, her voice weak. “Yeah.”

She tilts her head for me and I part her lips, tasting the sweet wine on the tip of her tongue. Her skin feels so soft beneath my fingertips and I can’t help reaching them around to the back of her neck. Her hair tickles my knuckles.

Her breasts press against my chest as she turns to me, pulling me closer to her as we explore each other’s mouths. My fingers find the hem of her shirt, and trail up her sides until they reach the lacy fabric of her bra. She presses me down onto the couch and lays on top of me as I unhook her bra.

She sits up, pulls her shirt and bra over her head and my length lurches as her large breasts bob against her ribs. Unable to resist, I palm her globes, squeezing them as they spill from my fingers. “Get down here, gorgeous.” I growl.

Meg tosses her hair over her shoulder, and does as she’s told. She leans forward until I take one of her rock hard peaks into my mouth. She fists the back of my hair as I nip and suck at her pale pink buds. I’m rubbed raw under my jeans from dry humping her like a teen on a Saturday night.

I find her mouth once more and I gently push her off of me so that she’s sitting up again. “Go stand over there so I can look at you.” Meg licks her red-rubbed lips but doesn’t hesitate. I stroke myself over my jeans taking in the voluptuous beauty.

“You really are perfect, baby. Strip down for me. I want to see every inch of you.” A sly smile crosses her lips as Meg unbuttons her jeans and pulls them down over her curvy hips. In nothing but her black panties, she’s a work of art. I point to her panties. “I said every inch.”

“Whatever you say.” Meg steps out of her panties and kicks them to the side, standing there with nothing but the air touching her skin. My body is a blur, I’m off the couch so fast, hands exploring every inch of her silky skin, her ripe round ass, her creamy thighs.

Meg lifts up my shirt and fumbles with my zipper as I claim her lips, nibbling at them and sucking her bottom lip into my mouth. Her lips brush mine when she speaks. “I can’t get it.”

I take over. I help her unbutton my jeans, and pull them down along with my boxer briefs until my rock hard length springs free from its prison.

“Oh Doctor.” She says, biting her swollen bottom lip, then drops to her knees.

7

Meg

Normally I don’t dothis, but Davis’ shaft is long and silky smooth. The weight of him in my hands naturally brings me to my knees and I take him into my mouth, loving the taste of him. He shudders under my touch and I stroke him while taking him as far down as I can manage. I feel powerful, like a warrior goddess pleasing her man.

“Fuck.” Davis says. “You’re too good at that.” He reaches down and pulls me up before I even really get going. The hurt look on my face must be unmistakable because he brushes my hair from my face and plants a kiss on my forehead. “I haven’t done this in a while, and I’m not coming until I’m buried deep inside of you.” His nose scrunches when he speaks, like a hunter who has finally caught his prey.

I walk to the couch and sit, spreading my legs wide for Davis. He strokes himself, licking his lips. I touch myself for him. My juices soak my finger instantly. Davis drops to his knees and buries his head between my legs. His tongue darts in and out of my center while I continue rubbing myself. He moves my hand, replacing it with his hot, hungry mouth, taking my tiny bundle of nerves between his lips and sucking me so hard, I nearly come on the spot.

“You taste so good.” His finger darts in and out of my slit as his mouth continues pleasing me.

“I can’t take it.” I say in between breaths. I grip his hair between my fingers and lift his head up so that his eyes meet mine. “Davis, if you don’t fuck me soon, I’m going to lose my goddamn mind.”

His hooded eyes sparkle up at me. “Your wish is my command.” When he kisses me I taste myself on his tongue. It’s strange how much I like it. Like he’s marked with my scent. A tiny squeal escapes my mouth as he lifts me up from the couch.

“Davis!” My words are muffled by his mouth crashing against mine.

“You’re driving me crazy, Meg. I’ve wanted you, wanted this, since the minute you walked into my office. I knew then that you’d be mine.”

“Is that right?” I ask, our kisses growing carnal.

“It is. You’re never leaving Brighton Ridge because I won’t let you. I’ll give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of. We’ll go to the city whenever you want, but you aren’t ever leaving me. Now that I’ve found you, you’re mine.” He lays me down on the carpet in front of the fireplace, parting my knees and crawling on top of me so that his sticky tip presses against my opening.

“I want to be yours.” I whisper, gazing up at the gigantic man looming over me. I run my arms up and down his bulging, flexed arms, unable to believe that this is happening. That I’m willing to give this a shot because for the first time in my life I feel something I thought was impossible to score, but I can’t bring myself to say the word.

Luckily, I don’t have to.

Davis presses his tip between my folds. A searing shot of pain echoes through my body as my back arches under the pressure. “It’s okay.” Davis kisses my chin, then my neck, then my breasts. “This part we can take slow.”


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