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over flesh, pure male molding to the delicate flower, we mesh. After a few kisses that threaten to burn up the atmosphere, I lick and taste down her body. The elegant crook where her neck meets her shoulder, the dip of her navel, the lace hem of her thong.

“I’ve been dreaming about tasting you for what feels like a lifetime.” I breathe into the fabric, inhaling her scent.

She squirms, looking down at me with half-mast lids. My cock brushes the cool material of the comforter, and I almost jerk with the need to seat it deep inside her.

My fingers trace the flesh above the lace, listening as each brush has a moan bursting from Presley’s throat. And then in one fluid motion, I pull them down, away, and bury my tongue in her dripping core.

She rears up, a guttural sound filling my bedroom as the sheets bunch in her hands. “Ahhh!”

Her taste is musky, it makes me dizzy as I fuck her with my tongue. My hand moves to my cock, just holding the wanton member on primal urge. Eating a woman always gets me to the peak of arousal … something about having their thighs hold my head like a vice as they shamelessly ride my face is the biggest fucking turn on imaginable.

My tip is leaking by the time I insert a finger into Presley, my teeth scraping her clit.

Unintelligible words and sounds mix with the heartbeat thrumming at the center of her body, and I keep my rhythm, winding her up to pop.

No more than a second later, her body arches with the grace of a jungle cat, chasing her orgasm through time and space as it wrecks her. As it makes her it’s prey. She is ethereal, all of that red hair splaying across my pillows like a heart bleeding its feelings.

I can’t wait any longer. As she’s coming down, I grab a condom out of my bedside drawer and roll it on, hissing at the contact. My body covers hers, the need to make us one so thick that I’m choking on it.

And the moment I slide into her, my tongue loosens, the words that have been stowed away deep in my heart making it to the surface.

“How did I go through life not knowing that you were meant for me?” I breathe, looking down into her eyes with wonder.

My cock twitches inside of her wet, tight, hot folds, and when I slowly pull out and push back in, Presley whimpers.

“Completely.”

She whispers the word, and at first, it doesn’t make sense. But as I stroke her, gently at first, it clicks in my hazy brain. We fill each other, completely. The others before, they only half fulfilled us. We were only living half existences.

Removing the hand that’s been roaming my abs, I pin it back, holding it to the bed. The move has Presley arching her back, thrusting her core up into me. I’m so deep that I’m hitting the back of her wall, and I know we are on the verge of explosion.

My hips shake as I pound into her, letting all logical thought fly out the window. I’m chasing the high, the release, and Presley goes off with a shout and scratch of her nails down my spine. The pain vibrates down my flesh and sparks a reaction in my aching balls.

And then I’m obliterated. I lose myself, collapsing on top of this angelic creature as I give all five senses to my climax.

In the end, all I see is red. She’s hypnotized me, and now, I am hers.

23

Keaton

“Why does this town celebrate the Fourth of July … well, after the Fourth of July?” Presley shakes her head at the stage, food and game booths, and local business tents set up on the high school athletic fields.

Fawn Hill has its traditions, and most of them hadn’t changed in decades.

“Ever since I was a kid, I’ve always celebrated the July Fourth holiday on July eighth, or somewhere around there depending on what day of the week it falls. The high school fields are the only place big enough or safe enough to hold all the townspeople and keep the fireworks at a safe distance. Since they have summer school during the weekdays, they don’t want to hold them on a school night. And the organizers especially don’t want to have to test beforehand or clean up after. A couple years running, when I was in elementary school, some teenagers would steal the displays or