“I like how you think, Officer. Very efficient.” She swings her leg over my chest, and I pull her hips back until her pussy is in perfect view.
“If someone is here to kill me, this is how I want to go out, staring at my last meal.” I laugh, but it’s cut off when she sinks my cock into her hot mouth. “Shit.”
She wiggles her ass in my face, and I get the hint. With my fingers, I swipe through her heat, lubing myself up before I slip two fingers into her and circle her clit with my thumb.
“You’re already so wet for me, Goddess. Always so wet for me.”
“Only for you,” she mumbles around a mouthful of my dick.
When she grinds into my hand, I remove my fingers and replace them with my tongue, licking and sucking just like she is. I match her pace and intensity. The faster she bobs her head, the faster my tongue circles her clit.
She starts to pull away from me when she gets close, so I hold her hips close to my face. “Better hurry up and get me there, Goddess. I need us to come together.”
She reaches between my legs, and with one hand, she grasps my balls, squeezing tightly, and then does the same to my cock, letting her hand move with her mouth.
“That’s it, Trouble. Suck my tip. Swirl your tongue right—” I freeze. She tugs everything at just the right time and tension, and I’m done for. “I’m coming, Goddess, your turn.”
As she continues to suck me, I nip at her clit and push two fingers back inside her. She starts pulsing around me and moaning my name at the same time I shoot my orgasm into her mouth.
We’re making a fucking mess, and I don’t give one shit.
If I’m going out, this is how it should be. In my bed with Sophia, naked on top of me, my nose buried in her pussy.
“Oh my God.” She collapses on top of me. “How does it get better every fucking time?”
“Because it’s you.” I pull her up to me and cradle her with my arm. “Only you.”
Always you.
I woke up next to Wyatt, and we’ve had the best time lounging in bed. It’s easy and fun.
“What do you mean you’ve never had a lobster roll or blueberry milkshake?” he asks, tickling my side, making me squirm against his naked body.
“I’ve lived in Montana my whole life, you goof. Fresh seafood isn’t really a thing, and we have huckleberries, not blueberries.” I stick my tongue out at him. “Huckleberries are superior.”
“Well we need to rectify this immediately. You’ve never had Maine blueberries, so you don’t even know which berry is superior.”
“What are we going to do about this?” I giggle as he jumps out of bed.
Looking at the clock, I see that it’s almost lunch time, and my stomach growls almost as if on cue.
“We’re going to go to Kane’s hometown, Hemlock Cove. We’re going to get some lobsters from his boat and a quart of the blueberry ice-cream from the stand along the road out there.”
“We have to cook the lobsters? Alive?” I definitely don’t want to do that. I hate meeting my meat before I eat it. If I had to, I’d be a whole vegetarian.
Wyatt leans over me, kissing my forehead. “Yes. But I’ll do it. You don’t have to. They won’t feel a thing, I promise.”
“I don’t know if I like that.” I scrunch my nose as he hands me my clothes from the floor.
“Would you rather me get them pre-cooked? Or we can just eat at Bob’s. It looks like a shack, but I promise you it’s some of the best food I’ve ever tasted. I went up after Cooper’s blog posted it.”
“Yes, please. I don’t want to meet my dinner.” Slipping into my shorts, I lean into him, wrapping my arms around his waist.
He chuckles at me. “Okay. What if we just go to Bob’s for lunch, then we’ll get the milkshakes and enjoy an early evening beach stroll together?”
“I don’t know who Bob is, but if he has good seafood that’s already cooked, I’ll take it.”
“You got it, Goddess. Whatever you want, you get.”
