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I take his still-soft member and suck it into my mouth.
“Shit, babygirl,” Tanner moans as he begins to harden.
Slowly, I tease his piercing with my tongue before moving him down my throat.
Looking up at Tanner, I see his eyes fixed on exactly what I’m doing. “Fuck, you look so good with that dick in your mouth.”
He leans down to pull my tits out of the top of my tank top. “There,” he says. “That’s the perfect view.”
Flattening my tongue, I run it along the big vein on the underside of his dick. I take my time, changing up my movements. Sucking, licking, and stroking. I get him close and then change it up, building up the pleasure inside him.
When he isn’t able to sit still anymore, I hollow out my cheeks and suck hard as I take him as far down my throat as I can.
“Holy shit, babygirl. If you don’t stop, I’m going to come.”
Knowing that’s the point, I continue on, doing the exact same thing. He lets out a loud, primal moan as he fills my mouth with his release.
After I swallow every drop, he says, “You’re fucking perfect. Do you know that?”
Chapter Twenty-two
Tanner
AfterIleaveErinso that she can be ready for the kids to come home, I decide that I'm not quite ready to go home myself. So, I stop in to see what my mom's doing.
“Momma, you home!” I call as I walk in the front door of her house. She’s remarried now, so I probably should have knocked. Don’t want to walk in on something I don’t want to see.
Thankfully, she comes walking out of the kitchen. “Hey, darlin’! I didn’t even know you were in town!”
Her fiery red hair is pulled back with a claw clip. My mother has looked the same for as long as I can remember. She’s always been a pretty woman, which is why she never had trouble finding men to keep her company. As I look at her now, though, I see the laugh lines around her mouth starting to form, and a few of her roots are turning grey.
Honestly, with her putting up with three boys, I’m surprised she didn’t have greys much sooner.
She wraps her arms around my back to give me a big hug. It doesn’t last long, though, because she pulls back to slap me in the shoulder.
“Why don’t you ever tell me when you’re home?”
“Sorry, Momma.”
“Oh, I guess you’re forgiven. Come on in the kitchen. Dinner’s almost done.”
My eyebrows shoot up. “You cooked?”
She turns to me with her lips pursed. “You know better than that. Rob is cooking.”
I throw my hand over my heart. “Thank God.”
Another slap.
We get to the kitchen, and Mom’s new husband, Rob, stands at the stove. “Hey there, Tanner!” He smiles. “I’m making some vegetable soup if you’re hungry.”
“Sounds great,” I tell him.
Rob seems to be exactly what my mother needs. After forty years of her always finding the wrong men, she finally found a good one. He doesn’t have a whole lot of drama or a criminal record, and I’m pretty sure his credit score is even squeaky clean.
It took over half her life, but I think my mother finally got out of herbad boyphase.
“So, what have you been up to when you’re not working?” She asks, grabbing a Coke out of the fridge and handing it to me.
