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This life is too damn good, too beautiful, to cry over greasy boys with sloppy tongues.
I learned that it’s okay to like something and then lose it. To love and then let go. Because something beautiful, something brilliant, is waiting just around the corner.
Being needed feels endless. Until I met you, I never knew what it was like to be the one in need,” he says, the corners of his lips hinting at a smile. “And I do need you, so fucking badly.”
“There’s nothing I want more right now than to be inside of you.”
“Hey.” I grip her hand, sliding her palm up and over my heart. “Feel that?” She nods as she stares up at me. My chest heaves with each calculated breath, heart drumming chaotically beneath her fingertips. “You’re nervous, too?” she asks, eyes shining. “I just want to make you feel good.”
“And you—” My teeth graze over her nipple, sucking it between my lips. “—are so fucking beautiful.”
“Harper, can I . . .” “What?” “I want to feel you come on my tongue again.”
“Harper, baby,”
“You’re so fucking perfect,”
“Come for me, baby,”
“You’re doing so well,”
“Feels so fucking perfect.”
“That’s it, Harps. Let me feel you squeeze around my cock.”
“Baby, you are so fucking perfect that it makes my head spin.”
“You want this?” “I want you.” “Then have me,” I whisper as he drags me in for another earth-shattering kiss.
“Come here, baby.” He loops one finger through the strap of my sundress, tugging me up and off his dick. “Let me fuck you before I come down your throat.”
He smooths a hand over my sweaty mass of hair, tucking it behind my ears. “Tell me what you need, baby. You can do it.” “Can you suck on my tits?”
“I love watching you come,” he murmurs.
If I want to have any hope of making it through the rest of this day, this week, this year, I can’t be solely focused on what I’ve lost.
“That’s good, baby.” I reach a hand between us, rubbing my thumb over her clit. “You’re so fucking pretty like this.”
I know I’ve already said it before, maybe more than once, but this time with her is definitely my fucking favorite. “Luca,” she rasps, slowing her pace. “Can you fuck me now?” I clasp both hands around her hips, driving into her from below, loving her harder with each passionate thrust. “It’s you and me,” I murmur on a groan. “Always.” “Always,” she echoes.
