Page 46 of Never Forget

My lips quirk, and I can’t hold back a laugh. “I suppose so.”

The dinner is delicious, and I eat more of it than I intend to, but I still don’t eat a lot. Not because I think bad things are going to happen, but because I don’t want to give myself a stomach ache after eating so light all day. Not to mention I have a feeling we aren’t done. Otherwise why would I be out here naked?

“What are you thinking about over there?”

“Just wondering what you’ve got cooked up next.”

“I did make dessert,” he says matter-of-factly. “Peach crumble and homemade whipped cream. But I didn’t think sweets typically got you hard like that.”

Scott eyes my growing erection, and I shrug. “It’s like a Pavlovian response at this point. Don’t pay it any mind.”

“So you’re not waiting for me to come over there and fuck another load inside you?”

My cock twitches involuntarily, but I pretend to be unaffected. “Do your worst. Honestly, I can barely feel anything anymore.”

“Is that so?”

I shrug.

“Hmm. How many times have I fucked you today?”

I shrug again, like I’m not impressed by his stamina.

“And how many times did you come?”

Every. Single. Time. And twice when he used the vibrator on me.

My ass should be studied.

Scott smirks and moves the food containers to the side before crawling over to hover over me. “I’ve been fucking you senseless all day, and you’re still hard for me. Your ass is raw and you can barely walk, but you still want my cum so bad you’re over here trying to provoke me to give it to you again,” he says against my lips. “You can pretend all you want that you’re not loving every minute of this, but I see through you, pet. Or should I play the recording for you again?”

He punctuates his words with short, hard kisses, first on my lips, then my jaw. He kisses down my neck and torso, making his way torturously slowly down my body before licking a stripe up my now fully erect shaft from root to tip before closing his lips around me.

I fall back against the ground and roll my hips, sighing into the feel of his mouth on me. The delicious flick of his tongue under the crown, the way he swirls it around the head and dips into the foreskin.

I’ve gotten a lot of blowjobs over my lifetime. And I do mean a lot. I couldn’t even count them if I tried. From men, women, and every identity in between. A blowjob is a blowjob.

Unless that blowjob is being given by Scott Riley. He’s the exception. This man sucks dick like no one else. I think it has something to do with how observant he is. He knows exactly what I like.

He can take me from flaccid to seeing stars in minutes, but he prefers to rev me up, keep me right there at the peak and drive me wild with need.

I won’t beg. I won’t beg. I won’t beg.

With my cock so far down his throat that his nose is in my pubes, Scott chuckles like he can hear my internal torment. It sends an unexpected vibration through my shaft and right down into my balls. I gasp, he chokes, and I almost lose it right then and there. Scott pulls off just in time, pushing his fingers against the plug nestled in my sore ass to distract my brain and body and stave off my orgasm.

I’m out of breath from this man going down on me for what was probably two and a half minutes if I’m lucky.

“You are way too good at that,” I admit with a huff.

Scott laughs and climbs back up to kiss me. “Are you ready to beg yet?”

“Fuck you.”

“I imagine you probably will be fucking me for the next little while until you’re recovered from what I’m about to do to you,” he snarks.

“So much talking,” I groan.

Scott cups his bulge. “It’s been hours since I had you last. I’ve been saving this one up. Wanted to make sure we end on a big one.”