Page 112 of Forget That Guy
I bent down and ran my tongue around his cock, keeping my eyes on his face for when he woke up.
He did wake up, too.
Seconds later, his lazy eyes met mine as he smiled. “Morning.”
I shivered and pressed my bare pussy against his calf.
He growled as his cock grew.
I worked him as deep as I could for as long as I could, but the man definitely wasn’t skimping in the large cock department.
Eventually I had to focus on the top half of his cock, using my hand to work the bottom half.
He was a sloppy mess by the time he dragged me up the length of his body by my hair.
He eased his cock at my entrance and shoved upward, filling me in the next breath.
He held onto my hair, pulling my mouth down to his, as he fucked my pussy and my mouth.
I groaned when he used his free hand to grab my butt cheek, two of his fingers brushing my back entrance as he did.
I gasped when he did it on purpose the second time, circling but not pushing any fingers in.
“You want my cock in your ass?”
I shivered. “I wouldn’t say no…as long as you didn’t just go shoving it in all willy-nilly.”
He chuckled against my lips. “We’ll work up to it.”
He kept his finger working, though, and the taboo feeling of it all had my orgasm screaming out of me moments later.
He followed with a grunt of his own, and hot splashes of his come filled me up to overflowing.
He stopped, panting into my mouth, and said, “Gotta get up.”
I sighed. “I know.”
He growled and kissed me, long and hard, then let me go.
When I fell back onto the bed as he disengaged himself from me, he squeezed my ass and headed to the bathroom.
A warm, wet towel hit me on the chest seconds later.
“Thanks,” I drawled.
He winked. “Don’t say that I’m not romantic.”
I giggled and cleaned myself up, tossing the wet towel into the hamper along with the rest of my dirty clothes. “I need to use your laundry room tonight.”
“How about you move in, and you can use it always?”
My mouth fell open at the casual way he’d just asked me to move in with him.
He winked at me and grabbed a towel, preparing to run down to the shower in the barn, cutting off any more conversation.
My mind was whirling as I got ready for the day.
I beat him down to the stalls and got to work on everyone’s breakfast.
