Linda's POV
I knew I was almost there. I could feel it build up.
"Yes, give me more. Harder, baby, harder!"
I held onto her tighter—I could feel my orgasm rising, filling up my entire being. The heat in-between my legs nearly unbearable. I didn't want her to stop. I needed her to help me cum, to help me release.
I wanted it faster, rougher. I was burning inside, grinding on her like my whole life depended on it. My hips were moving in all directions. She could feel me losing myself. She rubbed on my clit even more as her fingers did wonders inside me.
Damn, I was loving it. It was too much—I couldn't keep my mouth shut. I was beyond moaning—I was screaming.
I wanted more and more.
Make me cum, baby, make me cum! my mind screamed.
It was there, just there—I felt my insides squeeze the hell out of me. My body began shaking vigorously. I was cumming, and I was loving it.
I tried pushing her away, I tried sitting up, but she wouldn't let me. I swear she didn't stop—she kept doing wonders.
I let out a loud moan that made me collapse back on the bed, and she lay down beside me.
After a few minutes of regaining my senses back.
"That was epic," I said through deep breaths as I straddled her, placing my legs on either side of her waist. I grabbed her lips into another steamy kiss that turned me on all over again.
Damn, I loved her lips. I'd been yearning for her touch. She moaned through our kiss. I wanted it to last longer, but I knew she needed to let it out too—and I was more than ready to give it.
I squeezed her tits—damn, I loved them. I broke the kiss and started licking her lips, then her jaw her neck as I breathed her in, sloping down to her chest. I made sure to give her breasts the best licking and sucking I could manage.
I could feel her heartbeat racing—like it wanted to explode. I made sure to pleasure both breasts, suckling the hell out of her hard nipples, probably leaving them sore.
I continued sloping down. I really, really needed to eat. That was the only thought in my mind.
I sucked on her belly, going lower until I reached there—her center. Her clit was throbbing; I could feel it.
My mouth finally reached her core. It was insanely wet. She smelled so good—I could eat this all day and still crave more.I then positioned myself properly in-between her legs as I went down to put her over edges .
I licked once, then looked up at her. Damn, her back was all arched. I was dying for her, and I was ready to make sure she died under my tongue.
I licked her clit up and down and then in circles, sucking and pulling on it lightly. I knew she loved it. My tongue explored everything—then slid into her entrance, as deep as I could go.
That made her grab onto my hair—that was already messy.
Pull on it, baby, pull it.
I sucked, licked, went back up to her clit, licking it just right. I felt her begin to shake.
'Oh yes, baby. Cum for me. Cum in my mouth, baby. I wanna eat you dry'
I sloped back down to her entrance, this time rubbing her clit with my thumb while keeping my tongue deep inside her moving it in and out.
And just like that, she cum—after a few seconds of rubbing and licking, I felt her release. I made sure to lick everything, leaving her clean.
Then I went up to kiss her. She welcomed me with open arms, kissing me back and tasting herself on my tongue.
After the kiss, I lay next to her, feeling satisfied and drained.
"Baby, that was a hell of a welcome," Lexi said, scooting closer for cuddles. I held her in my arms—I loved her.
The thought of her being away from me for days made me pull her even closer.
"I missed you, corazón," I replied.
"I missed you too," she said as we drifted off to sleep hearts full, bodies spent , wrapped in each other's arms.
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Kya's POV
Knock knock.
Who could that be?
Knock knock.
"Coming!" I shouted from the kitchen, wiping my wet hands on my apron since I was washing the dishes. I rushed to the door.
On opening it—damn, not you.
"Good afternoon, Miss Billings," I said with a smile to my landlady, who looked like nothing but trouble.
"Not today, Kya. I'm not buying it," she replied flatly.
"Could you please give me only tonight, please?" I pleaded.
"I think I've been more than generous with you and your mum."
"Yes, I know. And I'm grateful. It means a lot to me. Just tonight."
"You don't wanna taste my bad side."
"And I won't."
"Good."
"Thank you."
"Just tonight," she said as she turned and left, leaving me there—my mind racing, wondering how I was going to get that money.
I went back inside. Mum looked at me from where she was seated with a questioning look.
"Was it Billings?"
"Yes."
"I just don't know how to help out, love. This illness is sucking me... killing me. I can feel it."
"Mum, don't say that."
"It's the truth, Kya. My days here are numbered."
"Mum, just stop, okay? Stop. I got this. I'm going to pay that money, and everything is gonna be fine. You are going to be fine. Just take your medicine," I said.
This was too much for me to take in. I couldn't bear the thought that my mum was dying. I could see it all over her face—but I wasn't buying it. She's gonna be fine. That, I know.
I stood up abruptly and walked toward my room, holding it together until the door closed behind me. Once inside, I let go. My legs gave out, and I fell face-first onto the bed. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. I couldn't take it anymore.
I buried my face in the sheets as my emotions took over. Silent sobs escaped my lips as tears streamed down my cheeks. My chest ached, like someone was sitting on it. It hurt—more than I ever thought it could. Seeing Mum like that, hearing her talk like she had already given up—it tore me apart.
Why was life like this?
Why did everything have to fall on me?
I was barely holding it together, and now I had to find a way to pay rent, buy her medication, and pretend like I wasn't falling apart inside. The weight was too much. I felt like I was drowning in problems, with no one to pull me out.
But I had to do something. I couldn't just sit here and cry while everything around me crumbled. Mum needed me. I had to be strong—even if I felt like breaking.
I sat up slowly, wiping my face with the sleeve of my shirt. No more crying. Not now. I needed to think. I needed a way to make money—fast. I couldn't keep asking people for help. I had to fix this on my own.
My eyes drifted toward the small notepad on my desk—the one I used to write ideas, dreams, plans that never happened. I picked up the pen beside it and scribbled a list of possibilities. Jobs. Favors. Anything.
I would find a way.
I had to.
Because I wasn't ready to lose her.
Not yet