Page 157 of Her Ex-Husband's Brother

He’s been working such long hours, sometimes he gets home so tired, he drops into bed and the other day, he literally fell asleep on my thigh after eating me out.

Comeon.

This man. Thisman.

Guys aren’t supposed to come factory out of the box this genuine and this good. I guess, though, by August’s own account, he didn’t. He did serious work on himself to get here. I just get to reap all the benefits of this man working to become the magnificent person before me.

And tonight?

After making me feel more special than anyone has ever made me feel in my entire life and then professing his love?

He tries to pull his characteristic move and go down on me, but no. I’m not having it. And not because I’m three seconds from coming because my body is so goddamned attuned to this man’s touch it’s already weeping at the thought of his tongue.

Instead I climb on top ofhimand unbutton his jeans.

“Lennon, you don’t have to?—”

“Oh you think you get to tell me what to do now, big man?”

“Big man?” I can hear his grin in his voice.

I reach down in his pants and wrap my hand around his girth, my pussy clenching when I feel his thickness. “You heard me,” I whisper, but it’s more of a hiss.

Because I’m finally gonna get my mouth aroundhim. And I have never in my life wanted to give head before.

But tonight is a reclaiming of every part of my body, goddammit. It’s mine and I want it back. All of it.

So I bend over on all fours, drag his cock out of his pants and swallow it whole, one hand on his stomach so I can feel the clench of his hard abdomen in response to what I’m doing to him.

The groaning choke that comes from deep in his throat is a pretty damn good indicator, too, I’d say.

I deep throat him and then lift off, licking just the slit.

His hand dives into my hair, fisting at my scalp. God I love that. All I want is for him to lose control. But a second later, his fist releases.

It’s like he’s always trying to be so damn careful with me.

I pull off him and start working him rough with my hand instead. He lets out little pleasured grunts, and in the light of the small lantern, I see his nostrils flare.

“You see how I’m not taking it gentle with you?” I say, working him rougher, leaning over and spitting on his cock,using my fresh saliva as lube. “Stop taking it so damn soft with me all the time.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he manages to choke out.

I let up working his cock, but only so I can drag my shirt off over my head, followed quickly by my bra. And then my shorts and underwear.

I dip back down, but so my ass is towards him, giving his fat cock one more long lick before I look at him over my shoulder.

“Sometimes a lady likes it rough.”

I deep throat him again and wiggle my ass at him. Which he grabs and squeezes. God, I’ve always loved the way he squeezes my ass. The one thing he’s not always so gentle with.

I suck harder on his cock, pull off with a roughpop, then go low to take him in my throat.

“Fuck, Lennon.”

His hand comes to the back of my head again, and I bob several times encouragingly, loving the pressure of his hand at the back of my neck.

And then I pull of only long enough so that I can climb on him… backwards.