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the one who moaned around his length as his hands fisted in my hair and my name broke from between his lips.

I missed this.

“Goddamn, baby,” Sayer groaned above me, and I realized I really, really, really missed this. I missed being this for someone. I missed how good it felt to weaken a man’s knees.

Knowing there was no way I could take all of Sayer’s length, I wrapped my hand around the base and did my best to swallow everything he had. With my efforts and his desire, things got dirty pretty quickly. Soon, all you could hear were the wet slurping noises that came with the struggle of trying to keep my lips around his thickness. Soon, all you could hear were his moans as his hand tightened in my hair, and he started fucking my mouth instead of letting me suck him off.

I couldn’t say how long I’d been on my knees, but all too soon, Sayer was warning me to pull back. “Baby, I’m going to cum.”

I hoped so.

If I was going to do this, then I was going to do it all the way. I wasn’t going to cheat myself out of this night when I wasn’t sure what would come with the morning.

So, I wrapped my lips around his cock tighter, and swallowed as much of him as I could. I worked my hands, my lips, and my tongue in a bid to drive him to the edge.

“Oh, shit…Monroe,” he rasped before holding my head still in his hands and erupting over my tongue and down my throat. I swallowed every drop and it had been perfect.

Too perfect.

Chapter 12

Sayer~

Holy crap.

I stood there with my hands still tangled in this goddess’ hair, wondering if my legs were ever going to work again.

When Monroe had kissed me, I had already considered myself a winner on this night. Even if she had wanted to take it slow, the fact that she was attracted to me also, and wanted to give this a shot, would have been enough for me.

But, Holy Mary, Mother of God, when she had reached for the buttons on my jeans as she dropped to her knees…well, that had been something entirely different. Had I been lucky enough to get her to say yes, my plan had been to worship every fucking inch of her first, before even considering satisfying myself. I wasn’t the one who’s gone three years without sex. Sure, it’s been a few months for me, what with the move and all, but not three goddamn years.

Staring down at her beautiful face, flushed with her lips swollen from sucking my cock dry, I grabbed her by her shoulders and hauled her up to her feet. She looked a little daze, but that just made my caveman roar louder.

Monroe had gotten on her knees because she had wanted to be there.

I cradled her face in my hands, and smirked. “My turn, baby.” Her eyes dilated, and I knew I wasn’t going to rest until there was nothing left of me to shoot inside her pussy.

I crashed my lips to hers, not caring one good goddamn bit that she’d just swallow my seed, and I didn’t break off the kiss until the back of my knees hit her couch. As soon as they did, I had my hands curled in the hem of her old, worn t-shirt and I had it up and over her head before she could protest.

Monroe had a simple cotton bra covering what I had already suspected were a magnificent pair of tits, and it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. But that was all due to the woman who was wearing the bra, not the bra itself.

“I…I wasn’t expec-”

My eyes flashed to hers. “You could be wearing a goddamn potato sack, Monroe, and it’d still be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” I told her honestly. I hated that women had those pockets of self-doubt, and I hated that it was us men who put them there. Specifically, for Monroe, that dickhead ex-husband of hers.

“Sayer-”

I held her gaze. “I don’t need to lie, Monroe,” I said, interrupting her. “You’ve already had my dick in your mouth. I don’t need to spout lies to get you into bed. And I’d never spout lies to get any woman into bed.”

She winced, but she was honest. “Old ghosts.”

I reached down, and she kicked her flip-flops off as I worked the button on her jeans. “There’s only you and me here, babe,”