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The last thing she’d wanted to do was give everyone access to her hurt, her vulnerability.
Besides, she was a woman with a lot to be proud of: she was a business owner, someone who flossed daily, and she once used a meditation app for fourteen days straight.
Duncan got the parrot and strode back to her with it. He looked so powerful. Like an action hero at the end of a movie, leaving a site seconds before an explosion went off behind him. He even carried the five-foot stuffed toy over his shoulder as one might carry a well-worn leather jacket.
“I’ve been thinking about this,” Retta said against his mouth. “About what?” he asked. “You touching me.” He found it difficult to breathe for a moment. “How? When? When do you think about that?”
“When do you think about me touching you?”
“I’m trying to fall asleep or get myself off to relieve stress.”
“Do you want everyone to hear us? Is that your thing?”
Once bare on the table, he took a second to study her. Nipples slick from his tongue, red panties, and legs spread wide.
He kissed her inner thigh, relishing the warmth of her skin. Determined to go slow, he lightly ran his fingers over the damp material that hid her pussy from his sight. However, her responsive inhale and attempts to scoot closer almost had him ripping the delicate fabric. He needed to get his mouth on her.
He leaned in close. “I want it. That pretty pussy of yours wants it. And when it happens, we’ll go slow and be as loud as we want.”
“This side is more conservative and elegant,” Nia said, raising her left arm. “These dresses will make people sit up straight and shut the hell up.”
“You look like a reverend’s wife. Or a woman who still has a landline,” Kym said.
“Hey, man. I think you got enough footage from her.”
When he began a laborious ascent up her thigh, she spread her legs as wide as the truck would allow.
“This is what you want?” he asked, grabbing her hand to press to the front of his pants. “Me hard and risking speeding tickets for you?” His voice was distorted into a low bass that skated across her skin.
“That pretty mouth, wants to take me all, huh?” he rasped.
“Did you get that pussy ready for me?” he asked, hovering over her with strong arms on either side of her head. “I want to slide right in.”
She clamped her lips together to avoid moaning his name. He withdrew his dick from her pussy only to drive into her once again just as slow but with more force. She whimpered as she felt him stretch and fill her. Pleasure permeated her body.
Digging her short fingernails into his lower back, she whispered, “Faster.”
“That’s right, baby,” he said without ceasing his powerful thrusts. “Get loud.”
but he was sustained by her little open mouth gasps and the way her eyes rolled back into her head every time she came down to the hilt.
“Is this what your pussy needs?”
“It’s all fucking yours, Retta. Every inch of it.”
“God, I’m coming” she whimpered, putting two of her fingers into his mouth before pressing them to her clit. She rubbed herself and continued to bounce up and down on his dick until a scream left her parted lips.
“But I will say,” he lowered his voice, “I’ve already pictured you bent over in this dress.”
“But I think the biggest thing you taught me is I don’t want a love like yours.”
“It means I want to do this relationship thing with you. For real this time. I love you too fucking much to not give us a shot.” Retta closed her eyes as a smile grew on her face. “I’ve been wanting to tell you the same thing all day.”
“And as my official, very real boyfriend you should know I’ll need one to two of your hoodies, your Netflix login information, and a ride until I get my car back. Oh, and food.”
