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you pressured me,” she says with a laugh. “You pressured me for years to be with you. You pressured me to move to New York when you went to NYU. You pressure me every time you think you know what’s right for us.”

Put like that, I sound like a domineering prick.

“And you know what?” She leans forward to rest her elbows on her knees, mirroring my posture so our lips are mere inches and a breath apart. “You’re right.”

“I am?” I can’t resist. I close the space and kiss her, reaching up to gather her hair into my fist while I trace her lips, slip inside and suck her tongue.

“Hmmmm.” She moans into our kiss. “You are.”

She slides off the couch to the floor and scoots between my knees. Her fingers nimbly undo my belt buckle and unfasten my jeans, brushing my cock as she goes.

Okay. I’m intrigued.

“Mrs. O’Malley’s call persuaded me, and a conversation I had with Kai today helped, too,” she says huskily, her eyes blazing into mine. “But you know what really convinced me we aren’t spending enough time together?”

In an economy of words, I lift my brows since obviously her question is rhetorical and the sooner she tells me, the sooner we’ll fuck.

“I couldn’t remember the last time I sucked your dick.”

Said dick goes steely in my pants.

“That is a sad state of affairs,” I agree, helping her out by shucking my jeans and briefs off and spreading my legs to make it easy for her to reach my dick.

“I’m about to rectify that,” she says, lowering her head and taking me into the hot wet heaven of her mouth.

“Damn it,” I hiss, my hand palming her head and shoving my fingers through her hair. “You give good head, Bris.”

“Hmmmm,” she hums, sending a vibration from one head to the other until I think my brain may explode from pleasure.

I sit up and take control, holding her still and thrusting in, fucking her face until I’m just shy of coming in her mouth. Oh, no. I have better plans for this load. I pull out, swiping my thumb across her swollen shiny lips and joining her on the floor.

“What are you doing?” she asks breathlessly.

It’s my turn to undress her, shimmying her jeans down along with her thong. Disposing of her tank top and cardigan.

I bend her over and suck the curve of one round cheek into my mouth, working it until I know it’s marked.

“Jesus, this ass, Bristol,” I say against the reddened skin. “I love your body so much. I love you so much.”

“I know, baby,” she breathes out.

I turn her so her elbows are on the couch and settle behind her to take long swipes of her pussy with my tongue.

“Oh, my God, Grip.” She clenches and a shudder rocks her body. “Again.”

I love it when she thinks she can tell me what to do. I widen her legs and take to her pussy again, licking and biting and sucking until her juices run down the inside of her thighs. That’s what I wanted. I sit up on my knees, running my cock through her wetness and dipping my thumb in, smearing it on her asshole. She knows what that means.

“Yes,” she pants, reaching back to spread her cheeks, “In the ass, Grip.”

We’ve come so far.

“You want it in the ass, Bris?” I ease my thumb in her ass and pass my other hand over her breasts, pinching her nipples. “I’ve only got two hands here. Division of labor. Can you touch your clit for me?”

“Yes,” she chokes, reaching between her legs to touch herself.

“Finger it for me, Bris.”

Her breath is ragged, and I hear the wet sounds of her finger passing through the creaminess between her legs.

“That’s my girl.” I line my dick, shiny with her juices, up with the hole I’ve owned so many times now. I plunge in and almost blow it at the first stroke. I stop and hold, giving myself time to pull it together.

“Grip, move. Fuck me.” Bris grabs a cheek in each hand, spreading her ass for me, thrusting back. “I need it hard.”

I think that’s the only way I can give it at this point. I grab her hip and thrust forward again and again, over and over until I’m lost in a fury of pounding and grunting. I pull her up so her back is to my chest and keep working her ass and pinching her nipples. Bristol’s fingers stroke frantically over her clit,