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I grab the base of his shaft and work over his thickness with a firm twisting grasp while sucking him deeply into my mouth. When his length touches the back of my throat, I gag and slowly expose him inch by inch.
As I work his dick between my lips, I stare at his face. He’s beautiful. His eyes are closed, and his chest heaves as he gasps for air. When his jaw tightens, I know he’s getting close. Instead of stopping, I increase my movements.
His hands clasp my head, and he pulls back. “Stop. I’m going to come in your mouth.”
I smile over his girth and shove my head toward his balls. I’m not going to stop until I milk every last drop from him.
“Oh, God,” he groans and twists his hands into my hair. “You’re a fucking witch.”
His thighs are tense as he loses control. I suck down as he fucks my mouth with long deliberate strokes. Soon, his legs shake, and he increases his speed. His motions become jerky.
God, I want this so bad. I want to be the one that blows his mind. I don’t want him to ever picture another woman feasting on his body. I want him to be mine forever and always.
I hum against his flesh, causing him to yank my hair, and he grunts out, “Fu-u-uck.”
Warm liquid shoots across my tongue as his body convulses. I relish the sensation of his shaft flexing against my tongue.
I tense. Now what. Do I swallow? His semen tastes salty and bitter, but not what I expected. I pull back and run the juices over my tongue. I don’t want to spit it out. Well, then, swallow it. I swallow and run my tongue over my lips.
“I’m sorry.” His eyes scan my face. “I should have had more control than that.”
I smack his stomach. “Stop. I can’t wait to do that on our outside adventure.”
He arches an eyebrow. “You don’t mind?”
“Why would I?” I frown. “I want to give you as much pleasure as you give me. I’m not going to have you licking all over me and then scoff at sucking you off.”
“Damn, I love you.” He clutches my face and kisses my lips.
I stiffen and pull back. “Do I kiss–kiss you?”
“Absolutely. You kiss me after I eat your sweet pussy. Which I plan to do in about five seconds.”
“Thank God because I’m about to spontaneously combust over here.” I lace my hands behind his neck and smash my mouth to his. When his tongue slides between my lips, I greedily accept it.
Chapter Forty-Four
Kameron
The pale sunlight beams through the curtains and floods the foot of the bed with light. I inhale Layla’s scent and pull her closer. Our bodies fit together like puzzle pieces as everything from my chest to my lower legs rub against her backside. I lean my head down to the crook of her neck and kiss the sensitive flesh.
She murmurs in her sleep and arches against me. My body instantly responds to her, but I’m not an ass. We were up most of the night making love, so she needs her sleep.
“Keep sleeping.” I kiss her again, flop onto my back, and stare at the ceiling. Everything about last night was perfect.
Well, at least once we made it back to my place. I cringe. I can’t exactly say I was a perfect gentleman in my word vomit description of my childhood. After sitting on the edge of the bed, I press my lips together.
It was the first time I’d recounted the whole thing and how it felt to anyone, but I feel lighter. The overwhelming gloom that always lurked at the edge of my consciousness is gone. Maybe getting it out in the open took some of the power my parent’s relationship held over me.
My stomach growls. What time is it? I glance at the clock. It’s nearly noon. No wonder I’m starving.Layla barely ate last night, so she must be famished as well. I grab a pair of shorts and slip them on.
When I’m almost to the door, I reverse directions, grab a condom, and slip it in my front pocket. Always be prepared. I grin and chuckle softly.
She groans, rolls over, and blinks.Shit. I wasn’t going to wake her up.For several seconds, I stand motionless until her eyes flutter shut. Her mouth twitches, and then she sighs and relaxes back into the pillow.
My heart floods with emotion. What I feel for her hit me out of the blue. I wasn’t expecting to stay a few months in Meadow Bay, meet a girl with the personality of sunshine, and fall in love. But look where I am–right smack in the middle of it.
I whistle as I stride through the living room and into the kitchen. What should we eat? I’m not in the mood for steak and potatoes. What else do I have? I snatch the refrigerator door open and eye the contents. Milk. Eggs. Butter. Bacon. Salad. Steak. Breakfast it is.