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“Tell me,” she whispers as we both play with her.
“You feel like fucking heaven.” I put the truck in park and my seat belt flies off me. She sits up, my fingers sliding out of her as she takes her own seat belt off. We both lunge for each other. I pick her up and pull her over the center console and onto me, my hands on her hips as she slams her mouth down on mine. Her tongue fights with mine with a vengeance. Her hands move down to my belt, frantically getting it undone and then getting me out of my boxers. It takes her a matter of ten seconds before she slams down on me. The heat from her pussy shoots straight through me. One knee is on the side of my hip as she moves her left knee to the center console, opening herself up for me as she moves her hips in a circle. “I lied,” I tell her, panting as she puts one hand on my chest and another on my shoulder as she moves up and down on my cock, her eyes closed, her mouth open. “This is fucking heaven.” My hands move to her ass, helping her move up and down on my cock. “Your pussy,” I say, watching the ecstasy fill her face, “that’s my fucking heaven.”
“I’m going to come,” she cries, and I can feel her pussy get tighter with each rise and fall.
“Is my girl going to suck the cum out of my cock?” I ask her as she nods her head, her forehead on mine, her mouth open as my tongue slides into her mouth. “Take my cum, take it all.”
“Give it to me,” she moans as she kisses me. “I want it all,” she croaks out before she comes with a shudder, slamming herself down on me, and I follow, coming with her.
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
ryleigh
Icollapse in his arms, and all I can feel is them fold me in closer to him, and my hands crush his chest. He leans down to kiss the top of my head. “Now, that is a welcome home.” I can’t help but laugh with my ear on his chest as I listen to his heart beating.
“Um.” I sit up on his softening cock and try not to freak out. “I just…” I look down at us conjoined. “Condom.” My eyes go big now.
“Are you?” He stumbles with his words. “Are you on, like protection—” he says and then quickly adds, “I don’t care if you are or aren’t, whatever happens.”
I gasp at the same time that I slap his shoulder. “Whatever happens, my fucking ass. I have my whole life ahead of me. You think I have time for a child?” I huff. “Are you?” Now I’m the one stuttering. “You know?” I avoid looking into his eyes. “Disease-free?”
I lift my eyes to his, and he serves me with a very intense glare. “I’ve never had sex without a condom,” he bites out, and I roll my eyes at him before I turn to get off him. His hands grip my hips, pulling me back down on him. “I’ve never, not once, had sex without a condom. Now to answer your question, I’m disease-free since I get tested monthly with work.”
“You don’t have to go that far.” I try to make it a funny situation. “You could just say you’re clean.”
“I don’t know what to do with you.” His hands move from my hips to my face. “But I think the first thing we have to do is clean you up.” His soft voice makes my stomach flip up and down. Especially because the last time he went out of his way to clean me, I tried to pretend it didn’t mean anything. It was the first time, I think, someone other than my parents had taken care of me.
“You know, I can take care of myself,” I inform him as I avoid his eyes and pull off him.
“Trust me, I know that,” he replies, tucking himself in. “But when you’re with me, taking care of you is my job.” The minute the words are out of his mouth, the only thing I can say is this fucking man. He has a way with his words that leaves you breathless and swooning. I hate every second of it.
I put my panties back on and grab my jeans, looking out the back to see if he closed the garage door. Seeing it closed, I pick them up along with my boots. “Can I use the bathroom?”
“No,” he says and then silently laughs. “Come on, let me show you my home.” He reaches back and grabs my bag and jacket as I get out of the truck. The cool air hits my bare ass as I tiptoe to the front of the truck, looking over at the car he mentioned before. “Give me that.” He holds out his hands to take my jeans and boots.
“I can carry that,” I tell him but he just walks up the steps toward the door to the house. I follow him up the stairs, stepping into his white-and-black mudroom. He has about six or seven pairs of sneakers all lined up along the wall with jackets that are hanging.
He dumps my boots beside his shoes and then looks over at me. “Come on, gorgeous.” He motions with his head. “This is my kitchen,” he says of the white-and-gray kitchen.
“Can we do the tour maybe when I’m not, I don’t know…” I motion to my vagina area.
“To the bedroom it is.” He takes one of my hands and pulls me through the house. I have enough time to see the family pictures hanging on the walls as we walk up the stairs toward the bedroom down the long hallway.
He walks in and turns on the lights to the massive room with its own sitting area. The big king-size bed in the middle of the room is against a dark gray wall. The covers on the bed are white with the same color throw pillows. The side tables are a gray also, but an almost gray blue. He walks to the side where the sitting area faces a wall of windows, and I see that it leads to a balcony with furniture. He walks to the corner of the room, and I walk through a hallway that has a closet on each side. I see his clothes in one and nothing in the other one. My mind suddenly wonders if there was ever anything in the other one, while I tell myself it’s none of my business.
I walk into the white bathroom, with a long vanity against the wall that is a light gray and a white counter. The two sinks have enough space between them to have a cream-colored vase with blue-gray fake flowers. Two mirrors are in front of each sink, with lights on each side of the mirror.
“Do you want to take a shower?” he asks, pointing at the shower with glass doors, right next to a big white bathtub that has a black side table next to it with a little tree. “Or a bath?”
“Actually, a shower would be great.”
“Yesss,” he exclaims cheerfully, “I was hoping you would say that.” He walks over to the shower, opens the glass door, and starts the water. “I’ll be right in to join you.”
“What makes you think I want you to join me?” I stand in the middle of his bathroom. “Maybe I want time to myself.”
“Well then, I guess you might be shit out of luck.” He shrugs off his jacket and tosses it on the little bench beside the table I didn’t see. “You came to surprise me, which means I get to spend the whole weekend with you by my side.” He kisses me behind the ear. “And I have to say, gorgeous”—he smiles big—“I couldn’t be fucking happier.” He winks at me before walking out of the bathroom and, like, because I’m me, I follow him. He walks into the empty closet and puts my bag down.
“What are you doing?” I ask as he opens my bag.
