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“Tyler…your tongue…oh my god,” she rasps.
Both my head and my dick swell. Not gonna lie, it feels fucking amazing to know I’m able to drive her this wild with my mouth.
She tugs a hand through my hair as she grinds harder against me. I groan, savoring her sweet taste, how wet she is, how she’s getting more and more wild with each passing second.
I keep flicking my tongue in that rhythm she likes: steady at first, then picking up speed.
A couple of minutes pass and I feel her leg muscles tense. She’s close.
Seeing her this turned on has me hard as concrete. I reach down and start stroking myself, just to take the edge off of the heat and arousal building in my dick and balls.
I pull my hand away and grip her thigh. I watch as she moves one hand to her breast, working it in her palm.
That familiar panicked look flashes in her eyes. Her head falls back and her chest heaves. She moans and screams. Her legs shake and tense. The whole time she’s coming, I grip her thighs and don’t let up with my tongue. I want to make sure I make this feel as good as I can for her.
Her body movements ease as she starts to come down. I help her slide off my face. She falls back against the end of the couch. I sit up and lean over to kiss her on the mouth.
She giggles, the look on her face giddy and happy. I gaze at her in complete awe.
This woman is amazing—beyond amazing, actually. I can’t believe I’m with her. Tori is beautiful, sweet, kind, and funny. She believes in me and supports me like no one else in my life has. She’s my best friend and I’m attracted to her. I hit the fucking jackpot.
I grab her face and kiss her. “What kind of sandwich do you want?”
She sits up, eyeing my rock-hard dick. She grabs my hips and pulls me closer to her. She aims those big golden eyes up at me.
“I wanna taste you first,” she rasps before taking me in her mouth.
Chapter 24
Tyler
Ifinish unloading the produce van into the walk-in and walk into the kitchen of Se’bon.
I spot my dad standing at the massive metal table in the back. I’ve been building up the nerve to speak to him from the moment I walked into work this morning.
I clear my throat. “Hey, Dad. When you have a minute, can we talk?”
He’s in the middle of planning Se’bon’s dinner menu for tonight. He hates to be interrupted when he’s planning his restaurant menu, but he was busy with meetings the first part of today and he’s due to leave for a charity event in an hour. I need to talk to him now.
It’s been two weeks since my Instagram account blew up. I have almost twenty thousand followers now. Lately, I’ve been busy filming content for Bellissimo. On top of that, a few other brands have reached out and offered me contracts to film content promoting their products too.
I’m excited and still in shock. I can’t believe brands are paying me, a random dude, to use their food in my sandwich videos.
As thrilling as all this success is, it’s been hard to balance. I’m still working full time at my dad’s restaurant, so that means I’m spending my nights filming. I’m getting just a few hours of sleep a night. And I’m barely seeing Tori. I haven’t seen her at all this past week.
Despite that, she’s still been supportive. Every day she texts me to tell me how proud she is of me. And to send me sexy messages and photos since I haven’t had time to see her.
Guilt hits. She’s the whole reason my Instagram has taken off in the first place. I feel like a jerk cutting back on our time together.
So I’m finally going to do something about it.
My dad looks up from the white paper menu he’s been frowning at for the past five minutes.
“Sure. Let’s go to my office,” he says.
I follow him out of the kitchen and down the hall to where his office is. I close the door behind me. He settles behind his desk as I take the chair on the other side.
“Sorry to interrupt you,” I say.
