His chuckle is muffled for a second. “What? You’ve never had your ass eaten before?”
Turning back to face the wall, I laughed. “No. I could barely get Andrew to kiss me. He definitely wasn’t eating ass.”
“Don’t worry, I’m going to make up for all he lacked.” Seconds later, he tugs my hips up, creating a space between me and the couch.
“Spread your legs.” He gives me one more command that I follow. I place one foot on the floor while the other knee is still on the couch.
I feel exposed in this position with my ass in his face, but all that is forgotten with the first swipe of his tongue over my pussy.
I huff out a breath and close my eyes. Mitch spreads my ass cheeks so far apart they could be in different time zones. But I don’t care because the attention he gives my clit has me whimpering. He sucks on my bud, then slides the pointed tip of his tongue through my lips like a credit card. When he inserts his tongue into my hole, I ride it like a dick, tossing my ass back on his face. I swear this man should teach a class on coochie eating. It could be a college level course.
He slants his head and kisses my lower lips like he does my real ones. My cries of pleasure sound like I’m on the set of a porn video. It takes him no time to get me to the edge.
“Mitch. Mitch.” I chant his name like a cheer.
When I finally crash into my orgasm, he lifts up. The sound of clothes rustling behind me gets my attention, and then the blunt head of his dick presses against my opening. Without delay, he shoves every inch of his cock into me.
I moan so loudly I should be embarrassed. Mitch goes so deep into me, his pelvis is pressed against my ass, and I nearly tip over.
He pulls out to the head and slams into me, fucking me like I’m on punishment. His heavy balls slap against my mound as he pistons into me.
Reaching over my head, I grab hold of the arms of his couch. My nails dig into the fabric, and drool falls from my open mouth. I can’t explain how good this man feels.
His grip on my hips tightens as he continues to push all the way into me from behind.
Whack! His hand comes down on my ass hard.
“Fuck me back, Ella. I need that shit, baby.”
“Mitchell,” I moan, but I oblige his request. Twerking my ass, I ride his cock, moving my pussy up and down on his length. The wet noise my sex makes is loud and telling of just how good he feels.
Looking over my shoulder, I watch as Mitch curves his back, his hands gripping my waist, and his gaze is on our connection.
“That’s my girl,” he encourages.
I take his words to heart and move faster on his dick. I wanted to please him, and I have plans to do just that for the rest of the night.
That night, Mitch fucked me until my voice went out. The sun was peeking over the horizon when I climbed back into my bed the next day. And the best thing about it, my boys never even knew I was missing.
Birthday Changes
Chapter Eighteen
Ella
Istep back and admire the three-layered chocolate cake I spent hours in my kitchen baking and decorating in a Sonic the Hedgehog theme.
Today is Cameron’s 11th birthday, and we are spending it at a trampoline park. Per his request.
We were in a private party room. But thankfully, it had large glass windows that faced out toward the play area. It made it easy for parents to sit comfortably in the room's privacy but still be able to monitor their kids.
A smile fills my face when I spot Mitch play fighting with the boys in the giant ball pit.
Since that night two weeks ago, I haven’t brought up an expiration date. I’m still terrified of the outcome of this. And I still believe that there is an expiration date. However, I’m finally doing what everyone has been suggesting, and that’s living in the moment.
Something I haven’t done in forever. I’m always planning and trying to figure things out. But this time, I’m just allowing life to happen without planning for the outcome.
As if he could feel my gaze on him, Mitch looks up from where he’s standing, and his sight falls on me. One of his brows quirks up in that silent question of “are you alright”. I smile and nod my head.
