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She doesn’t hold back when her orgasm hits and screams, “Oh, God! Max!” and sags against the counter.
I move her to her knees and untie the blindfold. “Open your mouth.” I shove my cock in, and her mouth fucks just as good as her cunt just did. It’s quickly unraveling every shred of self-control I have left.
I hiss through my teeth, trying to stay in control, but she’s sucking every ounce of restraint I have out of me. I fuck her mouth, her long hair wrapped around my fist as I control both our movements. It has her sucking hard, her hands cupping my balls, and my control is lost to her. She is now the one in charge.
“This is what you do to me.”
She takes me deeper, my cock hitting the back of her throat and she hums, enjoying it. It’s my undoing. I come so fucking hard I see stars, and she swallows every last drop with a smile on her face.
I slowly take my cock out of her mouth and watch as her fingers push a small amount of come back between her lips.
“Thank you,” she mummers, my heart twisting painfully.
I fall to my knees, matching her stance, and kiss her, allowing for all of our tastes to mix and mingle.
“You are perfect,” I compliment between our lips in a hushed murmur, and I’m in complete awe of this woman who has the power to destroy me in every possible way.
Chapter 24: Sienna
Theskyisblueand the temperature is perfect with no breeze to be felt. I wake up early, my feet not hurting, and with an extra pep in my step. Brute even did his morning business faster than normal; everything is going my way. It’s going to be a good day. Even the air smells better than normal.
The walking sign turns just as I step up to it, not halting my perfectly-paced stroll. It’s going to be a coffee and pastry type of morning. I go past the Starbucks, turning down the street to head toward the little mom-and-pop bakery that’s out of my way. I think I’m going to go for the chocolate glazed croissant, one of the big ones, not those tiny two-bite types.
“Sienna!” I look toward the sound of my name, my smile never wavering. It takes me a second to place the man.
“Hi!”
It’s the bartender from Oakport Beach. Now, if only I could remember his name. “What are you doing this far away from the beach?”
A relaxed chuckle leaves his lips and he looks like he can’t believe his luck by running into me. “I have family here. My sister is getting married and said she would never speak to me again if I didn’t close down the bar and attend.”
“Families and their outrageous demands,” I gasp, teasing.
I make the move to continue but he asks, “I’m heading about three stores down to get a coffee and a croissant, want to join me?”
Max is not going to like this, but it’s where I’m already heading.
“You know what? You’re probably rushing somewhere. It’s fine.” He takes a step and I spot my father down the opposite street.
“I was actually already heading there,” I say, almost too quickly. “This is so rude of me, but I forgot your name.”
“Elliot Eldrige.” He smiles widely and extends his arm for me to follow. I step in closer than necessary, trying to hide. He places his hand on my lower back, tucking me away from sight of the other street with his bulky frame.
It’s hard to keep a natural pace with the adrenaline rushing in from seeing my father. It has my muscles wanting to flee. I’m not scared of many people, but my father puts it into me.
It takes me a second to remember I’m with the bartender from Oakport Beach. He’s entirely clueless that I zoned out, but he’s still talking. I increase my pace, needing to get off the street, praying my father doesn’t spot me. I glance behind and my father is heading in our direction but doesn’t seem to have spotted me yet.
“I just can’t get over what a small world this is,” Elliot says, shaking his head with a smile. I wish he would stop talking and hustle his step up.
People leaving the small café hold the door open for us to walk in. To my relief, I’m able to stay hidden by Elliot’s body as I step inside.
My phone buzzes and Max’s name flashes over the screen. I ignore it, wanting to keep my eyes on my surroundings in case I was seen.
The crash of a ceramic coffee mug has me jumping. Shards of white porcelain scatter to the ground, the hot coffee spilling ahead of us barely missing the small child who ran into the waitress.
Elliot steps away from me to help pick up the large pieces and a worker comes around with a mop. He does it with a gracious smile. He’s sweet, too sweet for my liking.
I stand there awkwardly, watching while glancing out the front windows. My phone is on a continuous buzz in my back pocket. I bring it out and find five messages from Max, but then Elliot is at my side. Together, we step in line and I order, gesturing for him to order. His wallet is out before I can hand my cash to the cashier.
