“Two days isn’t enough .”
She pushed the shorts off my hips and freed my shaft. Slowly she scooted down the bed until she was just under me. Her lips played with the head of my shaft. I groaned .
“I’m trying to talk to you.” I never fucking talked. Why was she making this so damn hard ?
She licked at my dick. “Go ahead. I’ll listen .”
“I want to fuck your lips so bad .”
“Do it,” she taunted .
“Every day,” I answered. I angled my dick at her mouth. She was fucking hot with her lips around me .
Her eyes widened, but I pushed inside her, feeling her tongue swirl over my shaft. I pulled back slightly so she could adjust. My dick was huge. And then I pushed inside again, this time deeper .
“Fuck, Sierra .”
Her lips knew what to do. Her tongue. Her mouth was complete perfection. Sucking and licking while I pumped in and out of her hot wet lips. I hadn’t come like this in a while .
“Every day,” I repeated. “I want this every day.” I hit the back of her throat and she flinched slightly before I slid deeper .
I thought she nodded in agreement .
“To fuck you. To be inside you in every way. That’s what I want. You understand ?”
Her eyes lit with desire .
And I lost it. I fucking exploded with more passion than I knew my cock could handle. I pumped so hard inside her, filling her mouth and throat .
“Shit.” I breathed. My body was hit with sudden calm and peace. Part of it was the blow job. Part of it, was I had finally gotten what I wanted—Sierra .
I eased my cock from her lips. She wiped the corners of her mouth and smiled. “I always loved doing that to you .”
“That makes two of us.” I fell back on the bed in a wasted heap. I pointed to the floor. “Breakfast is over there. I’m just going to die right here for a minute. Ok ?”
She giggled. “Ok .”
She climbed over me and on to the floor. She looked inside the bags .
“Mmm. I love the ham and chicken biscuits. And you got grits .”
“Yeah. You still like all that, right?” I couldn’t move. I was sated in ways a man shouldn’t be. I couldn’t move a fucking muscle .
I heard the wrapper crackle. “All of it .”
“So are you going to call work today or tomorrow and give your notice?” I asked .
There was silence .
“What?”
I leaned up on my elbows. “The job. You’re coming with me to Florida. You have to tell your boss .”
“Blake, I-I can’t just quit like that .”
“Just now, you agreed .”
“We were in the middle of—well—you know .”