Long blond hair brushed against my thighs, her gorgeous teardrop tits perched right at my mouth, giving me no choice but to take one in my mouth and suck it until she cried out. “Brock!”
“I feel you, Sela. Your pussy so hot and so wet. She’s so slick and sucking me like a pro.”
“Dirty,” she whispered.
“Ride me,” I demanded, gripping her thighs tighter.
She squealed and slid up and down my length, faster and faster. “I can feel you growing inside me. Pulsing. It’s really fucking hot.”
“It’s all you,” I told her and gripped the back of her head, kissing her hard and deep while she rode my cock hard and fast. She was amazing. Incredible. She was everything, and I knew I was in trouble as my balls tightened in that familiar sensation. “Fuck.”
She smiled and watched me with her hands on my shoulders, riding me like I was her favorite rodeo stallion. I didn’t know what she was searching for, but a low growl escaped, and then she had me in a vise grip. “Brock, I’m coming.”
“I feel it, babe. You’ve got me right on the edge. Fuck me, Sela.”
Oh god, Brock,” she moaned and slammed down hard and deep with every stroke until she froze, and her body trembled. She shook violently, her nails dug into my shoulders as she rode out her orgasm until her body—damp and hot—sagged against mine.
But I wasn’t done with her, not yet. I left her where she was, gripping her hips while I pumped up into her body, hard and fast. I kept up a punishing pace because I couldn’t get enough of her. I needed to come so fucking bad, but I didn’t want this to end. Not yet.
Not ever.
“Brock,” she mumbled in a warning tone.
I didn’t slow down, didn’t stop. I stroked in and out of her hot core until I couldn’t stand it anymore. “Fuck, Sela! So damn good.”
“Brock!” She came again, hard and fast. Her hot pussy gripped me tight and pulsed around me until my cock exploded and filled her up until I had nothing left to give.
I don’t know how long we stayed like that, bodies hot and slick, and stuck together on her sofa. But it was nice. It wasbetterthan nice. It felt like it was something we did often, something I wanted to do often.
With this woman.
Oh fuck.
Sela eventually pulled back, a wide, satisfied grin on her face. “Three orgasms, Brock! You gave me… wow.” She kissed me long and slow, gently as if she was making love to my mouth. “You are definitely bad news,” she grinned, her hands cupping my face gently. “You’re going to make it really hard to walk away from you.”
Her words hit me in the chest because suddenly, for the first time in years, I wasn’t thinking of how to get away from a woman.
I was figuring out how to stay.
Chapter 13
Sela
“You don’t have to feed me cake,” I said to Brock as I opened my mouth to accept another piece of cake, because I had a sexy, naked man spending my birthday with me and feeding me cake by hand.
“I don’t have to,” he said as he swiped chocolate across my bottom lip. “But I really want to, so I am.”
Oh, good god, but he was good! My tongue slipped out and slowly slicked across my bottom lip until the chocolate exploded on my taste buds. “Well, if it makes you happy, who am I to stop you?”
Brock’s smile spread slowly as he licked frosting off his thumb. “I like the way you think, Sela.”
My response was to just open my mouth in a silent plea for more cake. I moaned so loud that it echoed against the walls, and I didn’t cringe. I didn’t feel ashamed or embarrassed. “So good.” My eyes opened when he groaned, catching a heated look in his eyes. “Again?” We’d spent most of the day having sex, exploring the limits of pleasure, and talking. Yes, talking.
I learned that despite growing up rich with an in-house cook, his favorite food was pizza with the works. I told him that Iwanted to write a novel, and he didn’t laugh. It was the craziest, hottest, and most intense afternoon of my life. Was this what real adult relationships were like? After nearly one week, I felt as if I knew Brock more than any of my previous boyfriends. It was exhilarating, honestly, and I knew that I was falling.
“What’s going through that pretty little head of yours?” There was a smile in Brock’s voice, and when I looked at him, that smile sent shivers down my spine.
I opened my mouth to respond, but my phone rang before I had to think of something to sayotherthanI’m falling for you. “I better get that.” Reluctantly, I pushed off the sofa where we lazed together with cake and croissants spread out on the coffee table next to a nearly empty bottle of wine. I smiled when I saw the faces on the display. “Hey, Mom!”
