“You know,” she says, “maybe you don’t need that condom.”
“Yeah, I do.”
“No, that’s not what I mean.”
She climbs on top of me, but instead of sliding down onto my cock, she turns and hovers above my face. Then she removes the condom and sucks the tip of my dick between her beautiful lips.
“Damn,” I groan.
I pull her down by her hips, nearly smothering myself with her sweet pussy.
And I do mean sweet.
She tastes like crab-apple butter. Weird, I know, but that’s the first thing that pops into my mind. Sweet and tart and creamy.
Her labia are slick beneath my tongue, and her clit is already hard. I suck on it gently…and then not so gently.
I move my head from side to side, covering my cheeks and chin with her juices. I want to drown in her, drown in her beauty and her sensuality and her nurturing goodness.
This woman…
She’s more than just the beauty of Snow Creek.
She’s something truly special.
And I’m not just saying that because I have my face in her pussy.
I want to give her more attention, but I’m distracted by what she’s doing to my cock. For someone who hasn’t been with a man for a while, she’s an expert at giving head.
She licks softly, and then she sucks hard, seeming to instinctively know when to pull back, when to go forward.
And oh my God, she has me on edge. Several times, I’m sure I’m going to spew, but then she pinches me right at the root of my shaft to hold back my orgasm.
I’m not sure I’ve had a better blow job in my life.
I’m pretty sure she could suck a golf ball through a garden hose.
I suck her harder, eating her. She swells above me, her pussy so hot and delicious. She’s going to pop soon. I know all the signals. I flick my tongue over her clit, gaining speed and strength.
And then I feel it—the pulsing of her pussy against my mouth.
She moans and groans, her mouth still full of my cock.
She’s coming, and though I’d love to let her come again and again and again, I can’t hold off.
I groan, the sound muffled by her pussy in my face. And I let go. I let go, pouring myself into Rory’s mouth.
And with each contraction of my cock, I know, more and more, that this woman is different. This relationship—if I can even call it that yet—is different.
Is it forever? I don’t know, and I don’t yet want to know.
But it’s something amazing, and I don’t want it to end.
Not for a long time.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Rory
It’s been a long time since I’ve had a man’s cock in my mouth. Brock Steel may not be the easiest blow job to give—he’s massive, after all—but this is the most satisfied I’ve felt in a long time. I’m talking about the satisfaction I gave him, not the mind-blowing orgasm he just gave me.
And yeah, I swallow. I always have. I’ve never understood women who don’t. If you like someone enough to give them a blow job, why wouldn’t you swallow?
I like this man. I like him a lot. More than I ever thought I would or could.
He says I’m more than just a pretty face. He’s much more than a pretty face as well.
I move off him and lie down next to him.
“That was fantastic,” he says.
“Amazing,” I agree. “You sure know what you’re doing.”
“So do you, sweetheart. So do you.”
“See? We don’t need a condom.”
“Oh, yeah, we do. Because I’m not letting you out of this bed until I’m back inside that pussy again.”
I giggle. I giggle like a schoolgirl. What is wrong with me?
“Does that cute little chuckle mean you’re on the same page as I am?”
“I’m on a page I never thought I’d be on,” I say.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You and me,” I say. “It doesn’t make any sense.”
“Sweetheart, it makes all kinds of sense from where I’m standing, or should I say lying.”
I giggle again. And I hate myself for it. “This is crazy, Brock. Totally crazy. I’m too old for you.”
“Sweetheart, I don’t care if you’re forty-five. You are exactly what I want right now.”
His words warm me, make me feel all giddy inside. Giddy like I haven’t felt in a long time. Not since I first discovered relationships and sex.
Which means I haven’t had something like this in a long time, and that’s kind of sad.
“Where do you see this going?” I ask.
Then of course I want to take back the words. So not the time.
“Where do you want it to go?” he shoots back at me.
I’d love it to lead to a baby.
I don’t say that, of course. I already put that particular foot in my mouth earlier. Thankfully he didn’t go running away screaming like a banshee.
“Honestly? I don’t know.”
“I don’t know either. Maybe we just take it as it comes. See where it goes. And we have a lot of fun along the way.”
God, his voice is so low and sexy.
“Sounds good,” I say.
“Do you still want me to take you home?”
I snuggle into his shoulder. “No. I’m good here if you are.”
“Sweetheart,” he says, “I can’t think of anything more wonderful than waking up with you in my arms.”
I smile against him. I haven’t felt this relaxed in a long time.
I don’t know where I am at first. This bed is different, and the dog at the foot of it is not Zach.
But then… The hard body next to me. The spicy outdoorsy fragrance of Brock Steel.
And I remember. I’m in Brock’s bed.
We made love. Scratch that. We fucked. But it was good. It was so very good.
My body is on high alert. I feel…ripe. Fertile. Man, I still want a baby. For the first time, I think this thing with Brock could lead to something. Something amazing. I’m not going to screw it up by asking him to father my child again. If it does lead to something, he will eventually father my child.
And it will happen the way it’s supposed to. Because we fall in love.
I suppress a chuckle because I don’t want to wake him up. But seriously? I’m thinking about falling in love with Brock Steel?
That’s the strangest thought I’ve had in a long time.
But I’ll go with it. It feels natural. It feels good.
And I absolutely will not bring up the baby thing again.
I jerk as Brock’s alarm goes off. He groans, turns over, grabs his phone, and shuts it off.
Does he remember that I’m here? I’m not sure for a minute, because he closes his eyes once more. He must’ve put the alarm on snooze. If he didn’t have to get up, why would his alarm be set?
I tiptoe out of bed, but my ruse is ruined when Sammy jumps off the bed, wagging her tail and panting.
“Shush,” I say, petting her soft head. “You’ll wake him up.”
“Already awake,” Brock groans.
“Hey,” I say. “I’m going to let her out, okay?”