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Chapters (52)
  1. Born Out of Wedlock
  2. Dedication
  3. Table of Contents
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter Nine
  14. Chapter Ten
  15. Chapter Eleven
  16. Chapter Twelve
  17. Chapter Thirteen
  18. Chapter Fourteen
  19. Chapter Fifteen
  20. Chapter Sixteen
  21. Chapter Seventeen
  22. Chapter Eighteen
  23. Chapter Nineteen
  24. Chapter Twenty
  25. Chapter Twenty-One
  26. Chapter Twenty-Two
  27. Chapter Twenty-Three
  28. Chapter Twenty-Four
  29. Chapter Twenty-Five
  30. Chapter Twenty-Six
  31. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  32. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  33. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  34. Chapter Thirty
  35. Chapter Thirty-One
  36. Chapter Thirty-Two
  37. Chapter Thirty-Three
  38. Chapter Thirty-Four
  39. Chapter Thirty-Five
  40. Chapter Thirty-Six
  41. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  42. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  43. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  44. Chapter Forty
  45. Chapter Forty-One
  46. Chapter Forty-Two
  47. Chapter Forty-Three
  48. Chapter Forty-Four
  49. Chapter Forty-Five
  50. Chapter Forty-Six
  51. Acknowledgements
  52. Other Titles by Author

Breathing in the aroma of Addison’s excitement, Joanna leaned closer and blew warm air across folds glistening with want. Taking her time, she explored the furrows with the tip of her tongue, nudging into crevices as if looking for a pearl buried deep, and the more she tasted, the more Addison began to squirm.

Joanna adored Addison’s flavor. Lapping at the nectar oozing from her wife’s core, she feasted again and again, drawing her tongue over the feminine petals until they were engorged with blood on the verge of boiling.

Addison had been with many women, but none had ever stripped her of her inhibitions so easily. None had ever caused her to want to be exposed in such a manner, but with her knees raised and her legs spread, Addison savored every stroke of Joanna’s tongue. She couldn’t help but lift her hips if Joanna strayed too far away, and when Joanna circled Addison’s entrance with her tongue, Addison found herself grinding against it, begging it to enter.

With Addison’s movements becoming more frenzied by the minute, Joanna removed her tongue just long enough to ease two fingers into Addison’s entrance. Burying them to the hilt, she slowly began to draw them in and out while she returned to circling Addison’s clit with her tongue.

Addison’s reaction was as involuntary as it was feral. Arching her back as she fought for air, her body ceased to belong to her. Controlled by the rapidly approaching orgasm Joanna had created, Addison sucked in a quick breath and held it, waiting for the crescendo to wash over her.

Tasting and then sucking and then tasting again, Joanna was relentless in her pursuit to take Addison to ecstasy, and by Addison’s writhing, Joanna knew her climax was quickly approaching...so Joanna tasted some more.

With her fingers sheathed in her wife’s wetness, Joanna lapped at Addison’s clit, flicking her tongue against the swollen pearl until she felt Addison’s fingers in her hair. It was a silent appeal for mercy, and Joanna stilled, and seconds later, Addison stiffened as guttural cries of pleasure slipped from her lips.

Joanna rested her head on Addison’s thigh, taking the time to catch her breath before slowly making her way back up Addison’s body. “You okay?” she whispered.