Blowing His Horn

She sniffed and poked me in the shoulder. “Don’t make me cry when I’m trying to seduce you.”

I grinned and gave one of her ass cheeks a light smack. “You don’t have to seduce me, baby. What am I always telling you?”

Olivia giggled and ran a hand over my short hair, sending little tingles down every nerve, straight to my hard cock. “I’m welcome to jump you anytime.”

“Damn straight,” I murmured, my attention distracted by the green satin panties that were exposed as I pushed Olivia’s shirt up to her waist. It was my favorite color and behind the scrap of material was my favorite dessert. “Take this off,” I commanded, letting go of the fabric as soon as she grabbed the shirt and whipped it over her head. With my hands on her hips, I urged her backward, then kicked her legs wide before sliding off the bed onto my knees.

The satin between her legs was drenched, and I buried my nose in her pussy, taking a deep breath. “Fuck, you smell amazing, baby.” I licked up her center over the fabric, and she whimpered, earning her a stinging slap on her ass. “If you can’t keep quiet, I’ll have to stop,” I warned.

“I will,” she whispered, rocking her pelvis forward.

I licked her again, and she stifled any kind of sound. “Good girl.” Hooking my index fingers inside her underwear, I slowly drew them down her legs until she could step out of them. I began kissing my way up her leg, and as I neared her center, Olivia put her hands on my head, applying a little pressure to force me forward. I paused and glanced up at her with a frown. “Who’s in charge when my mouth is on your pussy, Olivia?”

She sighed and clenched her hands at her sides. “Hurry it up, Leland. We don’t have all night.”

I muffled my laugh against her skin and replied, “Just for that, I should take all night to work you up and only let you come right before you have to sneak out in the morning.”

Olivia gasped, “Don’t you dare.”

Before answering, I glided a finger through her slit, then brought the digit to my mouth and sucked it clean. “You know I can’t resist tasting your orgasms, baby.”

“Thank goodness for that,” she muttered.

I grinned and kissed her in the crease of her pelvis before doing as I promised and eating her sweet pussy until she’d come twice, and I’d had my fill of her juices.

She wobbled a little, and I held her hips until she managed to steady herself. Then I rocked back on my heels and pushed to my feet. I was only wearing boxer briefs, but I was too hungry for her to remove them. I sat on the edge of the bed and before I could do anything else, Olivia dropped to her knees and yanked my underwear down so my dick sprang free.

“Fuck!” I grunted, trying to keep quiet when she wrapped her lips around my shaft without warning.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head when she sucked hard and hummed. “Mmm.” My girl had a spectacular mouth, and watching her give me head was sexy as fuck. But it wasn’t what I was desperate for at that moment.

“Enough, baby.” When she ignored me, I fisted my hand in her hair and pulled it back, forcing her to let go with a pop. “Don’t think I won’t keep track of all the spankings you earn while we’re here, Olivia,” I said gruffly.

Her eyes heated, and she licked her lips, making me sigh. “I’m really going to have to come up with some other punishment. You’re not supposed to get off on it.”

She shrugged and smiled with a wicked glint in her eyes. “Good luck. Haven’t you learned in two years that I’ve got a particularly naughty and kinky streak?”

It was my turn to lick my lips, thinking about all the inventive ways we’d gotten each other off. “I sure as fuck have, baby.”

Grasping her chin, I pulled her in for a deep kiss, my tongue thoroughly exploring her mouth and sending bolts of lust to my painfully hard dick. “I need to be inside you,” I growled against her lips before releasing her. I was tempted...so very tempted to forget all about the condom. But I knew if I knocked up Olivia before we were married, I’d be nailing shut the coffin holding my relationship with her dad.

But as soon as the ink was dry on our wedding certificate, all bets were off. I intended to put a baby inside her on our wedding night, and if that didn’t work, I’d keep at it until it happened. Luckily for me, Olivia had mentioned wanting to start a family young. She’d double majored in education and language studies—she had a knack for them and spoke five fluently. She’d recently landed a job as an editor for a company that specialized in translations, which she could do from anywhere.