“That’s it.” I jump up, and she giggles heartily.
But then I tell her, “On your knees,” as I stand at the side of the bed.
Her eyes snap up to mine. “What?”
“You keep giggling like that and you’re going to startle your brother, so on your knees, Tinker Bell. You need my cock in your mouth to keep you quiet.”
Biting her lip, her gaze like pure seduction, she slides off the bed and gets on her knees on the floor in front of me.
“What will keep you quiet?” she sasses with an eyebrow raised, just before she leans forward and takes me in her mouth.
As I slide into her warm, wet mouth, I release a husky groan. I’m in heaven. She’s my heaven. This little cottage is our secret hideaway, and I grit my teeth so as not to make a noise. She’s right; it’s harder than I thought.
I look down at the vision she is. Naked, her hair flowing down her back, cheeks flushed, my cock sliding in and out of her mouth so perfectly.
“Mmmmm… Now you’re quiet, Tinker. You look so good on your knees for me.”
I watch as my words start to take effect, her hand skimming her breasts and down her stomach to her center. My ab muscles tighten as she works me over eagerly, taking me deeper.
“You suck my dick so well, baby. Your lips wrap around me perfectly.”
She mewls, the noise vibrating down my cock, straight to my balls. I sink my hands into her hair, gripping it, holding it up off her head as her body arches, showing off her curvy ass. The view of her is phenomenal.
“Are you touching yourself? Touching your pretty pussy while I fuck your beautiful face…” My jaw tightens, my orgasm close as my hips start to move.
Her own hips move as she moans, her hand rubbing her clit with vigor.
“Fuck… open wide, baby. Let me feel that throat,” I grit out as I slide into her again and again. Her body shakes, lips tensing around my length as she whimpers. I know the moment she comes because her jaw relaxes, and I let go, coming down her throat.
“Fuuuck…” Biting down hard, I hold back my roar of euphoria as she swallows everything I have to give.
With a coy smile, she relaxes back on her heels, and I slide from her lips before I bend down and grab her, throw her on the bed, and dive back into her pussy.
“Sutton…” she pants.
“One more, baby… One more for me,” I tell her as I suck hard on her clit, and her back arches, already on the edge and sensitive.
“I can’t…” she whimpers, the lie falling from her lips as her hands grip the sheets beside her.
“Your pussy is telling me a different story.” My words push into her skin before I circle and stroke her clit with my tongue, gripping her ass and pulling her to me. Her hips move against my face, grinding as she moans my name, ready to crumble. God, I’ve never wanted a woman as much as I do her, and to have her open to me like this is equal parts pleasure and pain.
“Shit. Oh my God. Ooooh…” She's surprised as her orgasm approaches for a third time, hitting her powerfully. “Sutt—” she starts to yell, and I lift my hand, slapping it across her mouth just as she screams into my palm, thrashing under me. Her beauty is unrivaled. As I continue placing gentle kisses on her core, her body turns to liquid. Understandably, she’s spent after an hour of yoga and then multiple orgasms. She kisses my palm, her touch tender, sensual, like no one has ever handled me before. I remove my hand from her breathless face as I kiss up her body, the bed squeaking as I move and I lie next to her and pull her close.
“Wow… that was…”
“I know… it was.” I hold her tight, her small body curling into mine. The rain has started up again, the cool Whispers night now in full effect. I feel her body relax, her breathing calm, and within moments, she’s asleep.
Listening to the sound of nature around us, I strum my fingers gently up and down her bare arm, and my mind drifts back to the bag underneath her floor.
I need to get my security team briefed. I need to get things organized. I need to do something. Because here in the dark of the night, in the middle of serial killer forest, I know, without a doubt, I’m done for.
She is the girl for me, and no one is going to take her away.
32
Nikki
Life in Whispers is becoming normal. As normal as being on the run can be.
