My greedy clit throbs with excitement.
I can’t believe this.
“You’re doing a fucking great job, darlin’.”
Rhett’s hips and legs are practically vibrating.
Pride washes over me.
“Oh, Jesus, I can’t hold back.” He grunts. “I just can’t.”
I don’t understand what he means at first, but when he tilts his hips forward, I do. He thrusts into my mouth like a madman, holding the back of my head still, forcing me to swallow his huge cock. I choke when he hits the back of my throat and more tears roll down my face.
“Shit. I’m sorry. Too much?”
I pull my lips off his cock. “You’re a lot to take in, but I’ll get used to it.”
“Do you need a minute?”
“I don’t want to stop,” I say with the utmost conviction.
“You sure?”
I nod. “Yes.”
“You want to continue?”
“I do.”
“That’s my girl.”
I frown.
“What?”
“I shouldn’t like hearing you say that this much since I barely know you.”
“Say what?”
“My girl.”
“I barely know you too, but I feel a connection—no, an overpowering attraction—to you, like never before… so yeah, for me, you’re my girl … if you’ll have me as your guy.”
Holy Jesus.
Why the hell did it take me this long to move to this part of the country?
“You want to be my guy?” I repeat his words to make sure I’m not dreaming. Or delusional.
“I do, Carina.”
Being naked on your knees when a guy makes that kind of confession might not be the norm, but you wouldn’t believe how sexy it is.
“I want that…” I say. “The attraction is mutual.”
“Good.” He flashes me his trademark pantie-melting smile. “Your guy’s cock needs some attention.”
“I’m right on it.”
