One Night Puck: (Lexi & Trey duet #1) (Las Vegas Angels Duet Series Book 3) by Jessa York

Author:Jessa York [York, Jessa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-05-08T18:30:00+00:00

“I need you, Wes,” she said, finally speaking the words I’d wanted to hear.

I maneuvered myself between her legs, spreading them out. I grabbed one of the bottles of lube and squeezed out a generous portion.

I worked it over my cock, then squirted out a bit more onto my fingers.

When I touched her, she gasped at the intrusion. I gently prepared her for me—hoping this would help.

“Ready?” I asked, and leaned over her panting body.

“Yes,” was all she said before I eased myself inside.

Her whole body tensed as I slowly, carefully worked my way in.

The difference this time was that I didn’t see any hint of pain register across her face.

Not like last time.

“How are you doing?” I asked, just in case I’d read her wrong.

“Good, honey. Real good.”

“I’m going to move now. If it hurts, you tell me. Deal?”

She nodded and agreed, “Deal.”

I went as slowly as I could.

But I swear to God, I hung on by a fuckin’ thread.

“You okay?” I asked her, hoping the answer would be ‘yes.’

“So good,” she practically purred, “go faster, Wes.”

That was all I needed.

I steadily increased my speed, nearly losing my mind a few dozen times.

“Still good?” I checked in with her. From the look on her face, she appeared to be enjoying this as much as I did.

“Great,” she said as she moved her hips in perfect time with mine.

“Marianne?”

She opened her eyes and looked into mine. “What?”

“I love you, Marianne. I’ve loved you for thirty-four fucking years. Every goddamn day.”

Her mouth dropped open slightly. “Wes.”

“Every morning, when I roll over—before I’m fully awake—I think it’ll be you right there beside me.”

“Wes.”

Her eyes got wet.

So did mine.

“And every fucking morning—you’re not there. I was so fucking stupid back then. And I’m so sorry. I don’t know what the hell I did to deserve another shot with you. But I’m so happy I’ve got one.”

I kissed her mouth.

“Wes.”

I moved back and saw tears flow out, and down the sides of her face.

Some of my tears fell onto her before I could wipe them away. “I love you, Marianne. I never stopped.”

“I love you, too, Weston Hunter. You were my first love—and you’ll be my last.”

We kissed as we cried.

Happy tears.

Sad tears.

Tears of regret.

Tears of sorrow.

Until eventually, when we allowed our passion to take over.

She was fully into it—just like the Marianne from years ago.

Exactly like that.

I slipped my hand under her ass and held her close to me—making sure to hit all the places she loved.

“Do you feel that?” I asked while I watched the look of pure bliss cross her face.

Yeah, she felt it.

“Oh, God, Wes,” she said in between panting breaths, “Yes, it’s—it’s, oh, God.”

I absolutely felt that.

Her tight pussy clamped around me—and I knew she was there.

Right there.

So was I.

But I refused to miss the show happening underneath me.

“Come for me, Marianne.” I didn’t know how much longer I’d last.

“Yes, Wes,” she said, completely lost in the sensation of our movements.

When she cried out, I watched as it overtook her beautiful, glistening body.

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