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I brushed the hair that had fallen from behind her ear back in its place, holding my hand behind her head. “You should never be ashamed of who you are or what you like.”
“Will you forgive me?” She nodded and stepped back. Then, she dropped to her knees, crawling the small distance back to me and looking up. “I’ll do anything it takes to make it up to you.”
The sound of my belt buckle followed by my zipper accompanied her quickening breathing. “Is that so?” She didn’t have to do anything. I’d forgive her just for admitting that she was ashamed, but I was more so proud that she wasn’t anymore. Still, watching her hands tug at my jeans made my cock throb. “What exactly do you plan to do?”
Chelsea closed her hand around my shaft when my jeans hit the ground, and she gave it a single stroke before darting her tongue across the tip and smirking. “I’m going to prove that I’m not ashamed to belong to you.”
When she closed her lips around my cock, she hummed, swirling her tongue around the crown and focusing on the veins that lined the bottom. I closed my eyes and briefly dropped my head back, weaving my hands in her hair. She slid her lips down my shaft until she gagged lightly and pulled back.
“Fuck, butterfly. You look so precious with my cock in your mouth. Slow down a little; I bet you look even better with it buried in your throat.” I groaned when she pulled her lips off with a loud pop.
Chelsea nodded and tapped my erection against her outstretched tongue before closing her mouth around it again. She moved slower this time, savoring inch my inch of my cock until the tip pressed against the back of her throat. When she tilted her head back and relaxed her neck, my cock slid deeper, and when she swallowed, her throat tightened around me.
Her nails dug into the backs of my thighs, and I hissed. The sensation warmed my skin, and my muscles tightened. The stinging when her nails barely broke the skin disappeared when she whimpered, sending vibrations through my cock, and my hips thrust forward. That’s when she relaxed, and I tightened my hold on the back of her head, slowly pumping into her mouth.
I couldn’t help but speed up when she moaned, watching the tears welling in her eyes. She was beautiful—absolutely perfect, and she was mine. I wouldn’t let her walk away again. The thought of almost losing her was enough.
When my balls tightened and my thighs flexed, I let go of her head, leaving my fingers wrapped in luscious strands of her hair. “Show me how badly you want to be mine, hmm?”
She didn’t hesitate, hungrily milking my cock while the swirling heat in my core traveled to my balls. I looked down, locking eyes with her just as I released warm ropes of cum into her mouth. Chelsea cupped my balls, sucking every drop from me. When she pulled off my cock, she stuck her tongue out, showing me the release she held there before she swallowed it. My mouth went dry.
Chelsea lapped at my cock with long, lazy strokes, making sure she got every drop before she licked her lips. When she started tostand, I offered her my hand, helping her to her feet and pulling her into my arms. “So you forgive me?”
I shook my head, giving her a peck on the lips. “I had already forgiven you when you showed up at my front door,” I said, kissing her deeper. I could taste the remnants of my own salty release on her tongue, mixed with the sweet taste of her.
“I’m in love with you,” she said when she broke the kiss. My heart raced, and my throat tightened.
I pulled Chelsea flush against me, pressing my forehead to hers and hovering over her lips. “Thatis my favorite sentence.” Chelsea blushed, gasping lightly when I hooked my hand behind her head and crashed my mouth to hers. I held her to me, kissing her so that the world around us ceased to exist. She sucked in a deep breath when I pulled away. “I love you too, butterfly.”
Chapter 25
Chelsea
“Let’s go,” Graham said, throwing the car in park in the driveway and opening his door. He had said he needed my help with one last project, mentioning something about a woman’s touch before he practically dragged me to the car with an excited look painted on his face. Before Iknew it, we were pulling up in front of his remodel, and Graham was practically vibrating.
I climbed out of the car after him, barely making it to the front of the car before he was taking my hand and tugging me behind him. Graham opened the front door, letting it swing back, as if it were the grand reveal of the same open living space I had already seen.
“Here she is.” He stepped inside, his face beaming while he looked around. It was a beautiful house, but I had already seen the ivory walls and the black-framed fireplace, the same newly finished floors that were there the first time I came over. Nothing looked any different, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the prideful look Graham wore. “Do you want the final tour?”
When he stuck out his hand, I took it, nodding. “I’d love that.” He squeezed my hand tightly, staring at me for a moment before he led me up the staircase to the second floor.
He showed me the same main bedroom and the intricate tiles in the bathrooms, and when he showed me the view of the coastline in the distance from the office window, he wrapped his arms around me.
“It’s beautiful,” I said, giggling and leaning back against him.
“You’re beautiful.” Graham kissed the side of my temple, waking up the butterflies in my stomach that had just settled down. “It’s still missing something, though.”
I shook my head. The house didn’t need anything more than he had already done to it. “What could it possibly be missing? It’s perfect!”
“You.” He shrugged, watching me while inevitable confusion covered my face.
I scrunched my nose and pursed my lips. “What are you talking about?”
“It needs you.” His expression was serious, and I couldn’t pull my stare away from his darkening eyes. Graham clenched hisjaw, and when he took a deep breath, his nostrils flared slightly. My stomach flipped, and my heart crashed against my chest.
I laughed nervously at first, then louder until the sound echoed off the walls in the empty room. “I can’t buy a house, Graham.”
“This is my house. I planned to fix it up and sell it,” he said, curling his finger under my chin and lifting my gaze to meet his. “Somewhere along the way, I fell in love with the place. Then, I fell in love with you. With you, this house is a home.”
