I bite my bottom lip; wrap my hand around his hard cock. “Did you want to leave?” I ask, lowering myself to my knees.
I wrap my mouth around his hardness, widening my lips and then I start to suck.
“Hell,” he growls, “I’m not going anywhere.”
I use one hand to cradle his balls, loving how deliciously hot and heavy they are, tight too. My head bobs up and down and I take as much of him as I can. There’s so much of him that I can’t take him all, but I try.
Sucking him makes me feel so sexy, and he runs his hands through my hair making me feel like a freaking queen as I kneel before him, pressing my head closer to his cock.
I love the way he commands; the way he takes what he wants.
I love the way he wants to take me.
So, I give him the blowjob that women’s magazines write articles about.
I suck him, hard, fast. My fingers rubbing along the ridges of his length, my tongue circling around his soft tip. I suck him until he’s groaning above me, telling me he’s about to come.
And I just keep going.
Wanting so badly for him to explode in my mouth. I want to taste him, all his salty release. I want to swallow his come, and then I want to stand up and put his cock in my throbbing pussy.
“Oh, you’re gonna make me come so hard,” he groans.
And he does. I don’t stop sucking him as he explodes in my mouth, his milky cream coating my throat. I swallow, taking all of him.
When he finishes, I wipe my lips, he shakes his head.
I stand, feeling like I just accomplished a marathon. Except it was less exhausting and gave me more endorphins. Okay, it wasn’t a marathon at all. I sure as heck can’t run or jog. Power walk, yes. I can do that. Sort of.
Okay. Once again, I’m off topic.
The point is, Samson doesn’t hesitate; he pulls me to him, his hands on my neck at the base of my skull, my chin tilted toward him, his fingers in my hair and my breasts against his chest. He kisses me hard with abandon. Kisses me, and then he pulls me onto the bed.
5
She’s on her back, in her bed, wavy blonde hair strewn out around her like a halo. She looks so fucking gorgeous with her breasts so full, her waist narrow, her eyes bright, and her pussy wet.
“You better spread those legs and get ready.”
“Oh, I’m ready for you, Sam. I’m ready for you to come in me, hard.” She smiles again, and so do I because this girl has got a mouth on her and I like it. I like the way she knows what her body needs as well as I know my own.
“Good.” I stroke my shaft a few times, it’s still nice and hard, even after she got down on her knees and sucked me until I came like I’d died and gone to heaven.
I still can’t believe this is the sister of that tight-ass Sophia who’s marrying my brother.
Ava Grace is nothing prudish or boring or generic.
Ave Grace is a fucking unicorn.
I grab a condom from my jeans, slide it on quickly. Ava watches, smiling softly.
“Thank you,” she says. Her eyes are locked on mine for a moment too long. A moment that tells me she can fall for me in ways I’m not prepared for.
Tonight, is not about finding our happily ever after, it’s about having a little fun. It’s my brother and his girl who are riding off into the sunset, right? Not a guy like me. I’m not the kind of guy a girl like Ava Grace wants or deserves.
I lean over her, my hands on either side of her narrow shoulders, and her hand reaches down to guide me inside her.
Her pussy is so tight, so fucking tight. As my cock fills her up, she whimpers — not in pain, in pleasure. But also in surprise.
“You’re so big, like, tremendous really.”
I smile. I may be a mountain man, but I’m still a man. A girl telling me she likes my cock is gonna give me an ego boost.
“Good. I’m glad you like them big.”
“I’ve never had one as big as this. Clearly, I’ve been doing it wrong all these years.”
Her hands slide down to my ass, holding me tightly, and I rock inside her, filling her up in ways she’s never been filled before.
“All these years? How old are you, Ava Grace?”
“I’m twenty-four. How old are you?”
Our bodies are as connected as they can possibly be. My fingers lace through hers as I thrust deeper.
“I’m thirty-two.”
“Never been married?” she asks, between moans. Her pussy is pulsing around me, her breath is bated. She’s fucking loving this.
I sigh, not wanting to start talking about marriage and commitment. Not when I am so close to coming.