“I thought so.”
“So, why’d you two lovebirds break up anyway? She seems like such a delightful young lady.” Her voice was thick with sarcasm.
Shrugging, I replied, “She was sleeping with her personal trainer. Showed up two hours late to Anne’s funeral because of it.”
Levee’s eyes flared wide, and her mouth gaped for only a second before she shrieked, “That bitch!”
“She’s nice enough, just—”
“Nice enough?” she asked, incredulously. “I’m gonna put a hit out on her!”
“Okay, hold on there, Tony Soprano. No one’s putting a hit on anyone.” I paused. “Just to be clear, you don’t have those kind of connections, right?”
“No, but I have money! I’m sure I can buy some connections,” she answered in all seriousness.
I fucking love her.
Dipping down, I folded her over my shoulder.
“What kind of person does that? Your sister had just died!” She continued to rant as I carried her back to the bedroom.
“Let it go,” I said, tossing her on the bed.
“I can’t let that go!” she replied, lifting her arms so I could tear the shirt over her head.
“Okay, then don’t. But can you open your legs so I can eat your * while you mentally defend my honor?” I smirked, crawling up the bed after her.
“Such a bitch,” she mumbled, dropping her legs open wide.
They were the last audible words I heard from her before my mouth sealed over her clit. A long, garbled moan escaped her throat as her hand snaked into my hair. I’d fucked her twice already, but my cock instantly became hard beneath me.
She writhed against me as I dipped a finger inside her, curling it before twisting the way I’d learned set her ablaze. This time was no different. Circling her hips off the bed, she fisted the back of my hair.
“Roll over,” she ordered.
Levee was like that. As much as I loved licking her *, she loved my cock. She was never able to wait long before pleading for it. And, more often than not, I was more than willing to give it to her.
But not this time.
After prying her hand from my hair, I pinned it to the bed at her side. I alternated between sucking and nipping at her clit and thrusting my tongue in and out of her wet opening. Her other hand found my hair as she continued to beg me to roll over. My only response was to pin her other hand to the bed as well.
“Wait, wait, wait.” she said, sitting up even as she ground herself against my mouth. Then she sucked in a deep breath, which she held.
“You want me inside you?” I asked between licks as her whole body coiled in impending release.
“Yes,” she squeaked, still not exhaling.
“Not until you come.” I sucked hard on her swollen nub, flicking it with my tongue.
Falling back to the bed, she cried, “Oh, God!”
Her orgasm sprang to life as her cunt began to pulse against my mouth. That was my cue. Pushing up to my knees, I spread her legs wide and flipped her on her side. Straddling her thigh against the bed and pulling the other over my shoulder, I drove inside her harder than ever before. A string of cuss words flew from her mouth as she continued to pulse around me.
Levee and I were in love—there was no doubt about that. But we were still getting to know each other on so many levels.
Not our bodies though. They were sexual soulmates.
Levee ground her hips in a rhythm that she knew could snatch the orgasm from my balls. And I worked her deep, making sure the metal of my barbell found just the spot that would still her merciless hips.
It was a constant give and take of driving each other toward the brink, all while furiously fighting away our own releases.
At some point, one of the two of us would fail. This particular time, I wasn’t too proud to admit that it was me.