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It was a win-win for everyone.

As I sit between the open legs of a goddess, I realize it was never about the rule.

Rules are meant to be broken, after all.

It was about the women, and I’ve never found someone worthy enough to change up my rules for; until now.

“You’re sure?” I reiterate my previous question as Fia’s eyes dance all over my body with the most beautiful, and slightly painful sheen.

“Yes, I want this,” she breathes out.

“If at any point you want to stop, we can, okay?”

Nodding, Fia tilts her captivating stare in my direction. My stomach flips.

With trembling hands, I lower her pretty lace panties, scared to expose her to me, because before I’ve even gotten the chance to see her, I know one time will never be enough.

“I trust you,” she whispers, and I’m surprised my whimper doesn’t shake the room.

Sex for me has always been transactional. In high school, my friend group was your standard asshole jocks. I learned then that girls dress pretty because men fall for what they see, and I could tell them whatever they wanted to hear, as long as I liked what I saw, because women fall for what they hear.

None of that means anything now. What’s come out of my mouth tonight is painfully honest. More than I’ve ever thought I’d be with a woman.

Tossing Fia’s panties to the side, I angle myself toward her stomach. Kissing like my life depends on it, I let myself take in the beauty of her every wiggle. The way she feels so warm under my palms, the salty-sweet combination of her skin on my tongue.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

My praise makes her moan, and I groan a little the closer I get to the center of her legs.

At the top of her pussy, I kiss the smoothly shaven skin. Slow and controlled, so I don’t miss any part of her. Becoming sloppy, I reach the top of her slit. The smell of her fills my nostrils like some rare flower.

“Please,” she whispers, a worried stare still pinned on me.

“I haven’t even tasted you yet, and I already know I want you to be mine.”

I don’t know what I’m saying, but with the tightness gripping my chest and how fast my heart is thumping, I can’t stop my words even if I wanted to.

“Jett, please.”

Not wanting to keep her begging, I part her pussy with my fingers and lick in one long swipe from her clit to her entrance.

“Oh—” she cries, and I continue savoring every drop of her.

Fuck, she tastes so irresistible, so mine.

Wrapped up in her essence, I increase my pace, not sparing a single inch, needing her all to myself for as long as I can have her.

Her sounds above me might as well be the gates of heaven singing as they open for me.

“I want to feel you.” I hear her quivering voice through the rough laps of my tongue.

I don’t think about it; I don’t have to.

Just as much as she needs to feel me, I need the same. Sad to remove my mouth from her slick core, I travel quickly up her body, peeling my boxers away and exposing my hard length.

“Wow,” she rasps.

I grapple with the condom I brought in from the kitchen, rolling it over my dick. It feels wild having her watch me like this. Plenty of women have seen my cock, but none of them have looked at it the way Fia is.