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Wilder chuckles as he grows even larger in my hand. "I'm out of words."
"I could go on for hours about its beauty," I wink at him.
"I've never had this much fun before," he reveals.
"You mean in life or the bedroom?"
"Both."
I chew on my lower lip and watch his dick harden with each stroke. "Me either."
"Blondie," he says quietly.
"Yeah?" I say as my eyes return to his face.
"Why do you look sad?"
"I'm not sad," I shrug. "I just... I never realized how little fun I had before you. Before we became friends."
"We're not just friends," he corrects. "We're... we're more than that."
"I know," I nod. "I'm going to need you to shut up because I'm going to put you in my mouth now."
"Okay," he exhales with a smile.
I take him slowly, savoring the salty taste of his head, the veiny ridges of his shaft, and the feel of his heavy sack in my hand.
It's been a while since Cash last let me suck him off, but giving head comes back almost like riding a bike. I relax my jaw, bob my head up and down, and run my tongue along Wilder's pulsating shaft. I take my time, the same way he did with me. I explore with my mouth and fingers, inching him closer and closer to the back of my throat as saliva drips down my hand and all over Wilder's balls.
When he gets close, he rests his hand on my head. "Blondie, I'm going to... I'm going... if you don't... want to swallow..."
But I keep sucking, wanting to taste him the same way he tasted me.
A low growl leaves his throat as he spills into my mouth, the warm, salty liquid coating my tongue.
Wilder's stomach muscles constrict as I swallow and let his throbbing cock fall from my lips.
"Come here." His voice is gravelly and hoarse.
I lay my head on his T-shirt-clad chest and close my eyes. "Did you like that?"
"I loved it," he answers as he secures an arm around me.
"I was a little out of practice." Oh no. I don't want to be that girl. The insecure hookup who wonders if he's comparing conquests.
"It was mind-blowing," he reassures me as his phone starts ringing from the pocket of his jeans on the floor.
"Shit," he grunts. "I forgot about my mom."
"Your mom?"
I sit up and pull Wilder with me.
"My grandpa wasn't feeling well so I volunteered to pick my mom up from the hospital."
"Go!" I shove him.
"I..." he trails off as he hops off my bed and scrambles to find his pants. "I don't want you to read into this, okay?"
