Walking Red Flag (Ocean View #2)

by Morgan Elizabeth

“Never be embarrassed about something that makes you you.”

I don’t follow rules written by men. I accept your proposal. When are you free next?

“How’s that pussy, baby? Is it nice and wet for me? I can’t wait to eat it, have you grind on my face when you come.”

She’s coming, riding my face, my finger in her pussy, my cock in her mouth, and the sounds she’s making, the way her entire body is shaking, she’s loving it.

But they conveniently forget to tell you that friends—the good ones who know you and understand you—know when you’re lying. They know when you’re falling apart on the inside and don’t know what to do with the pieces, even if all you want to do is ignore that fact...

I start to move the vibrator down her belly. “First, I’m going to put this in you. Then I’m going to suck your clit, fuck you with it until you come that first time. Then I’m going to keep working you through that one, and baby? I’m gonna make you gush for me.”

It’s strange how becoming a mother can help you love the parts about yourself you never liked, seeing them in a tinier version of you that you love to pieces.