“Evan?” She peered up at me, a smile creasing her cheeks.
“What is it, sweet girl?”
“You. I want you.”
“You have me, all of me.” And she did, my lucky sweet girl.
Her head lowered and I forced my eyes to remain open, watching her. Her tongue darted out, and she licked the head, swirling around the tip. I was gone. I’d delete every number left in my phone after this if I could have forever. I grabbed my dick, squeezing hard to stop myself from spraying cum all over as my balls clenched deep down. Remi pulled my hand off with a shockingly strong grip. Her open lips covered me deep. I didn’t have a chance to pull back because her cheeks hollowed and with two tugs of her mouth sucking me, I was ready to come like a novice. I grunted her name, my hips swaying into her.
I nearly toppled onto the bed. Her hands grabbed my ass and my feet shuffled closer to the bed. Her nails pinpricked my rear, holding me sharp in her grasp. I tried to roll my hips back, but she was relentless in sucking me, and I let her have her way. Who was I to take the fun out of it for her if she was enjoying herself by the sounds of her happy little grunts and the wiggles of her ass.
“You like that, don’t you?” I commented on the control she had over me. Her mouth vibrated around me, making my eyes roll and my vision black out. I tangled my hands in her hair careful not to ram myself farther down her throat. “I like that I’m the only one.”
The pressure built and I sweated holding off on coming too hard and fast. I wouldn’t force her to swallow the impeding jet of cum, but her little hands grabbed me, pinching. Little witch pinched me and took me deeper. I let loose and roared my release, careful to not choke her beautiful mouth. When my orgasm subsided, she pulled back to rest on the bed, a happy grin on her face and her mane of red hair spread out over the comforter.
“That was nice,” she mumbled staring up at the ceiling, amazing me.
“Nice?” I lay down next to her, flat on my back, trying to recover. My chest panted harshly and I turned my head to watch her eyes flutter shut. Remi really knew how to stroke my ego, but I understood her hushed comment said in a dreamy tone meant more than nice. It was filled with hope, and something only I could give her, and that made my ego swell right along with my dick that wanted more.
“Yeah, nice,” she repeated with a grin edging her lips, and I immediately knew I had created a monster. A cock-loving temptress who was all mine. I grabbed her for comfort, growling playfully, and rolled her body into mine. I was never letting her go.
31
Remi
“This is possibly the best meal you’ve ever made, sweet girl.”
Snorting, I nearly tossed the container back at Evan, who was clearly teasing, his eyes sparkling.
He leaned over to kiss me, and I moaned into the flood of feelings he stirred up. I secretly named him the rainmaker the way he made me feel all shivery and messy with little to no effort. His fingers dabbed at the afterglow on my lips before lightly pinching my chin.
“Thanks. You know once I got the hang of the drive-through, it was smooth sailing right after that.” I lifted a pair of chopsticks to my mouth, but he grabbed my hand and redirected the utensil to his own mouth, moaning as he nipped the chicken and broccoli right off.
“I still think it might be missing something, though,” he said smiling. His body crossed the table, closing in on my space.
“Oh, what’s that?”
“This.” His lips captured mine again, and my eyes slid shut, reveling in the feel of his mouth touching mine.
“Ish–ish.” Ethan wiggled in the highchair, watching us with rapt attention. Embarrassment flooded my cheeks.
“Yes, little man, I kiss–kiss, mommy.” Evan lingered with a final peck to my lips before sitting back in his seat and plopping a piece of broccoli on my son’s tray.
“Do you think it’s okay?” I asked, wondering if we were doing harm to Ethan who saw us being affectionate.
“Mmm, what?” Evan shoveled food into his mouth and teased Ethan next. He smiled and made all kinds of gurgling noises of happiness.
“Well, this?” Gesturing to us sitting in the dining room, I took a small bite of my own chicken and broccoli dinner.
“The paint in the dining room? Change it if you don’t like it.” Evan was sweet, but completely oblivious sometimes. He continued to exercise his porn-worthy forearms by lifting his chopsticks to his mouth with another bite of food.
“No, I meant, us, this, everything.”
Evan stabbed his chopsticks into his carton of takeout and leaned his chair back on two legs, as I gave him the mom look. The one that said get your ass planted in the chair because what you’re doing is unsafe and freaking me out. He doesn’t comply right away, grinning wickedly. I scowled, waving my hand at him to pull his chair upright. He scowled back and we were at a stalemate before he righted his chair.
“What part of this isn’t working for you?” He looked…hurt? Crestfallen came to mind, but I was surprised. I didn’t count on this, and I didn’t count on falling for him either.
“I don’t know. I guess, I guess I’m not sure about anything right now.” I lifted my shoulders.