Page 45 of Wanted By You

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Sunshine, I’m not…” I moan around his length, taking him deeper as he grabs a fistful of my hair. “…gonna last.”

I bob my head up and down, shuttling his cock over my tongue and down my throat until I gag. He guides my head back, letting me have a breath before shoving himself past my kiss-swollen lips. When I bring my hand up to grip the base of his cock tightly, he loses control. Fucking my face, he guides me with his hold still in my hair for a moment until I feel his cock swell in my mouth.

“Tell me where,” he grunts, a panting mess, “to come.”

I fight back a smile at his words. Worried that I’m one of those girls who hates cum in their mouth. And if I was with anyone else right now, I would be, but with Butch… Iwantto tasteallof him. I redouble my efforts, showing him where I want him to come apart.

“Oh, fuck, baby…” He’s moaning now, his whole body tightening as he releases deep in my throat. My throat works to swallow the salty, masculine taste of him, but there’s so much, it spills out the sides of my lips still stuffed with his manhood.

It takes him a moment to regain his composure before he lets go of my hair and I pull away. He’s quick to grab a towel from the basket and reach for me as I sit up. When he sits down beside me on the floor, he brings me sideways into his lap while handing me the towel.

“You good, Sunshine?” he asks, his eyes still half-lidded.

I nod, wiping the excess from my lips and chin.

He holds me closer—as close as I can be—and kisses me. With no regard for the fact he just came in my mouth. I relax into the warmth of him, of his skin pressed against mine, and given I’m only wearing a bunched-up tank top around my waist, it’s a bit chilly on the floor.

When he finally breaks the kiss, I sigh in contentment. I’ve never enjoyed kissing someone more in my life. I could kiss him all day and be sated by nightfall. Shifting in his lap, I fix the straps of my tank top back into place and start to say, “We should—”

He cuts me off with a groan, burying his face into my neck and holding me tighter to him. His beard tickles as he lays firm presses of his kiss-swollen lips against my heated skin. I sigh, loving how sure he is in every move he’s making. There’s a confident desire there now, I realize, and I’m upset with myself it’s taken me this long to notice it over the last week—or longer.

“I don’t want…” he mumbles while trailing off, not finishing his sentence.

“I’m not going anywhere, Butch,” I whisper in his ear before kissing his temple. “I won’t change my mind while I grab us dessert, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

He reluctantly pulls away, studying me with a serious expression for a long moment, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. Part of me wants to ease whatever worry is plaguing him, while another is more curious to see what he’ll do or say next.

Butch leans in to kiss me deeply. “You sure I can’t convince you to let me haveyouagain for dessert?”

I suck in a breath and shift in his lap. “I wouldn’t want to spoil your appetite.”

“Sunshine, you have no idea the hunger I have for you,” he says, nipping playfully along my jaw and neck.

I sigh, not only from his words, but how he’s proving them even now. “Butch…”

He adjusts me in his arms, lifting me with him as he stands and setting me on my feet. Still pressed against him, I can feel the growing bulge in his pants that commands my undivided attention. I glance down. “Maybe we could—”

“Nope.” He grins wickedly, following my line of sight. “If my girl wants her dessert, she’ll get her dessert.” He leans down, giving me one last kiss before he grabs the basket of clothes he pushed out of our way at some point and thumbs through my stack of folded panties.

My brow furrows. “What are you doing?”

“Getting these,” he says, picking out my black seamless thong and handing it to me. “Put ‘em on.”

I cross my arms over my chest, feeling a bit defensive—but still not looking past his littlemy girlcomment. Does he have a problem with me not wearing underwear while lounging around the house? I wear them in public, of course, but sometimes it’s nice to let the woman breathe. “Why?”

He chuckles, amused by my question for some reason. “Because, Sunshine, I only caught a glimpse of your sexy ass in these a few weeks ago. And I’d like to enjoy the sight of you walking around my house in them. That all right with you?”

I knew he saw my ass!

I mock-glare at him, trying desperately to stop the smile on my face that’s starting to make my cheeks ache. “Fine,” I huff, snatching the panties he’s chosen and slipping them on. “But I’m picking the movie.”

He grins. “Wouldn’t have it any other way, sweetheart,” he says, kissing me before heading toward the kitchen. “So, what’d you get us for dessert?”

“Cheesecake,” I say, following after him. “New York style.”

He grins over his shoulder. “My favorite.”

“Is it?” I smile, grabbing the cheesecake from the fridge while he gathers us two small plates and utensils. “Good to know.”

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