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Grinning, I run my hands over his dick again, feeling it pull against his jeans. And then I undo his belt and his jeans. When I tug on the waistband of his jeans and his boxers, he lifts his ass so I can pull them down enough to get to work. Then I lower my head and tease the tip of his perfect dick with my tongue. I run my tongue up and down the vein on the underside of his dick and then swirl it over his balls. His whole body is tense, and he’s not even fully in my mouth yet. But I know he’s fighting the need to thrust his dick at me. He can do that once he’s in my mouth. But I’m going to drive him as crazy as he drives me first.
I breathe out of my mouth as I lick and kiss his length, letting my hot breath roll over his skin. I love the taste of his skin. Salt and the cedar and smoke body wash he’s been testing out for me. And man. He tastes like a man. My man.
Then I take his tip in my mouth and kiss it like I do his lips. I tease his tip like I do his tongue. I toy with his slit. And then I take him a little deeper, still swirling my tongue around him. Then deeper. And deeper. Until he hits the back of my throat, and I gag a little. His hips roll, pushing him farther back into my throat. Yeah, he likes the sound of me gagging on his perfect dick. I can’t fit all of him in, so I use my hands on him. Pulling back, I lick both of my hands, coating them with spit and then use it to stroke him. I twist my hands over his length, pulling and massaging him as my mouth sucks at him. I bob up and down on his dick, sucking as hard as I can while he fucks my mouth with his hips, rolling his big dick into me.
He’s close. So fucking close. So, I pull back. I stop sucking and go back to licking up and down his length like a popsicle again. Then I suck on his tip for a bit, hollowing out my cheeks as I flick at it. One hand keeps working up and down his length. The other slides down to massage his balls, rolling his sack between my fingers and thumb.
“Can I put my finger up your ass? I want to make this so fucking good for you. I need to make you come hard for me.”
Jameson’s eyebrows rise as he stares down at me. “You can do whatever you want to me, babe.”
Smiling up at him, I take his tip back into my mouth. He’s so hard for me. He’s always so hard for me. I’m done edging him. It’s time to make him come just as hard for me as he always makes me come for him with his tongue.
Sliding my lips down his length, I lick at him with my tongue as I take in as much of his length as I can fit into my mouth. I squeeze and twist the rest of his length. Pulling my hand back from his balls, I slide my middle finger up along his dick and suck on it right along with his dick. Then I pull it out and slip it under him. Jameson lifts up his hips, and his dick pokes at the back of my throat. He feels so good filling me up. In my pussy. In my mouth. Sliding my hand under him, I massage his taint and then slide my hand back to his ass. Pressing my middle finger between his ass cheeks, I slowly circle the tight ring of muscle back there. My nails are short because I garden for a living, so I have no trouble rubbing gently at him with the pad of my finger.
His whole body is tense at first, but then he relaxes against me. He groans above me, and his hands find the back of my head, running through my hair and pushing me down lightly onto his dick. It’s time for my boyfriend to come hard for me.
I speed up my finger in his ass, teasing it against his entrance and sliding it inside. I tighten my hand on his length. And I suck and suck as hard as I can on his dick while beating his tip with my tongue.
Right in front of my eyes, there’s a wave as his abs clench and he shudders against me. Then his hands are fisted in my hair, holding me down as he pumps hot cum into the back of my throat. And I suck and swallow down every drop for him. I don’t stop sucking on him until his hands soften in my hair and his whole body relaxes back onto the couch. Then I pull off of his dick with a hard popping sound and give Jameson a big smile as he pets the back of my head.
He’s staring right at me, like he can’t take his eyes off of me.
“You’re so fucking good at that, babe. I love your fucking mouth on me. I’m going to be so good to you. I’m going to give you everything you want, Lemon.”
chapter thirty-eight
lily
Leaning back against the butcher block counter in the kitchen at the farm, I feel completely useless while Selena is doing like seven different things and making it all look easy.
“Thanks for doing this.”
“Of course. I don’t need much of a reason to bake. But why do you need to learn how to make an apple pie again?” Selena raises a dark brow at me.
I only wish I had an answer that makes sense. I don’t. Jameson and I agreed to tell everyone about us. It’s real between us now. We’re together. But instead of a million awkward conversations, I decided to rip the bandaid off this weekend at Sunday dinner at the farm and just tell everyone all at once. We can let everyone ask their questions and try to answer them, even if I barely know how we got here. I’m dreading it. But I know we need to do it. Maybe when everyone sees how happy Jameson makes me and hopefully how happy I make him, that will make it better? I don’t know.
Here at the farm for a baking lesson, I feel like a total liar. It was one thing to lie to everyone when they were never ever going to find out about it. But now that I know we’re going to tell everyone about us on Sunday, not mentioning the fact that Jameson and I are together to everyone today feels like lying for real. It makes the fact that we’ve been lying to everyone for months even worse. Selena already knows, but no one else here does. Well, except Jasper. But my best friend doesn’t know. I’m so nervous about telling him that it’s eating me up inside.
“Lily? Are you ignoring me? Why the hell are you entering a pie in a baking contest when you don’t know how to bake?”
“For the hospital fundraiser.”
“But you don’t bake.”
“I know I don’t.”
“Then why exactly did you agree to bake a pie for the hospital’s fundraiser?”
“I didn’t. It’s a long story.”
“A story I’d be interested in hearing?”
“Oh, definitely. But it’s not happening. All I’ll say is that it’s Jameson’s fault. So, he should actually be the one here having to learn how to bake a pie.”’
“Do you want me to just make it for you?”
“Yes, of course I do! I don't know how to bake! But then all the judge-y old ladies in this town will know that I can’t even bake a pie for charity.”
