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I drop to my knees and swirl my tongue around the tip of his cock. A sharp intake of breath escapes him, and then his hands are in my hair, guiding me up and down his hard penis.
“Jesus, Lore,” he cries out.
Remembering he used to like it when I made a noise, I hum, and he quickens his pace. Cupping his balls in my hand, Dirt moans long and loud but abruptly pulls me to my feet, turns me around, and pushes me onto the bed.
This is what I wanted.
I rise on my knees, and he pounds into me. His fingers find my nub, and he teases me.
“Oh, yes!”
“Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes, Dirt. Don’t stop!”
His cock hits just the right spot, and with the added pressure on my clit, the familiar tingle spreads through me.
“I’m coming,” I whisper.
“That’s my girl.” He grunts as he moves in and out of me at a punishing speed.
My pussy contracts, and he groans loudly. His cock is a perfect fit as he moves in and out. Clutching the comforter, I match his speed as another wave of pleasure surges through me, so much more intense than the first.
“Lore,” Dirt cries out as he plants himself deep within me.
When he’s done, Dirt pulls out and falls on the bed beside me. “I’m sorry that was quick.”
With a smirk, I say, “It’s what I wanted. A quick end to a very long day.”
Dirt touches my face. “I aim to please.”
“We were always good at this.”
He stares into my eyes. “Yeah, it’s the other stuff we suck at.”
“Stuff?”
“Talking. Keeping it real. Lore, I’m willing to try if you are.”
Shaking my head, I move in and kiss his lips. “Not tonight. Let’s order pizza or Chinese, watch TV, and not think.”
“Lore—”
I put a finger to his lips. “Can’t we just have tonight?”
Dirt nods, but I know he wants to have a deeper conversation.
One I’m simply not ready to have.
Chapter Thirteen
LORE
The sterile smell of antiseptic fills my nostrils as I step into the pristine white hallway of the Baptist Hospital. In the short time I’ve been here, I’ve become all too familiar with these walls as I make my way to Tobias’ room.
“Good morning, Mrs. Mercer,” greets Dr. Grills. She’s a tall, slender woman with salt and pepper hair and a pair of wire-rimmed glasses perched on her nose. “How are you today?”
“Morning, Doc,” I reply, forcing a small smile. “I’m doing all right, thanks. How’s Tobias coming along?”
