Page 23 of Grumpy Spring Sunshine
“Not even close.” With that, I shoved him on his back, a wicked grin on my face. His eyes narrowed on it.
“What are you thinking?”
“Returning the favor, Keith. You just tasted me when you denied it the first time. Now, I’m going to taste you when you denied me the first time.”
Before he could protest, I yanked his pants down, along with his boxer briefs and had my hand wrapped around him, his tip in my mouth.
He groaned, a hand slipping in my hair, and I moaned.
I looked up at him as I slipped him further in my mouth, my eyes watering as he hit the back of my throat.
“Holy shit,” he hissed, tossing back his head. “I don’t think anyone has deep throated me.”
I hummed in approval, making his hips jerk.
“Not going to last, sunshine.”
He lifted his head to look at me, and I tossed him a wink, sucking him harder. He groaned again, his hand fisting my hair a little tighter as he guided me.
“You don’t have to swallow,” he ground out, “but I’m about to come. So, stop now if you don’t want it.”
I lifted a brow for a moment as I sucked even faster, my hand cupping his balls, massaging them.
“Fuck, sunshine,” he bellowed, his load shooting down my throat. I swallowed everything, licking him clean as I came back up.
“Mm, might have to do that again tonight,” I told him.
“And tomorrow night, and every fucking night,” he said, grabbing me and rolling me under him. “I have a wicked tongue, you say? Then you have a wicked mouth. No one has done what you just did.”
“Good. Now get that dick inside me,” I told him, feeling how hard he still was.
“I love how you demand,” he said. He grabbed his dick, running it over my folds, teasing me, before he pushed in, burying deeply and I moaned, clutching him tightly.
There was no way I was letting go. I couldn’t.
He had me in all kinds of ways, not just sex. Though sex was unbelievable, but he had my heart. I don’t know where down the line I lost it, but it was his, and though I was scared, the thought of not telling him how I felt was also impossible.
I was smart enough to know that during sex was not the time.
Not when he was pounding harder and harder.
Not when his mouth was on my nipple.
And not when his finger was on clit, all pushing me toward the release of a lifetime.
And I came.
Crying out at the top of my lungs.
I came, my nails digging into his back.
I came, clenching him tightly.
And as I coated his dick and his thighs, he followed suit, coming harder than I had ever felt
before.
“Shit, sunshine,” he moaned, moments later, rolling off of me. I grinned, barely feeling the sheet slide over me.
