Stout (Men of Lovibond 2)

“That’s because my dick is dumb. He doesn’t consider consequences.”

“No worries. It’ll be okay. Promise.”

Adelyn pulls out my cock as she goes down. Oh, how I love to see a girl on her knees. I can’t think of anything any hotter.

Her warm, wet tongue starts at the base and licks my length. When she gets to the head, she swipes her tongue over the tip and drinks the droplets of moisture there. She just swallowed my pre-cum. I bet she swallows when I get off. I hope so.

She wraps her hands around my balls and massages when she takes me into her mouth.

All. The. Way.

Deep. Throating.

Fuck.

I put my fingertips in her hair, careful to not mess it up, and encourage her to take me deeper, harder, faster. “You’re such a good girl, Max. MY good girl. No one else’s.”

You’re such a good girl, Max. MY good girl. No one else’s.

Those words of ownership come out of my mouth so naturally. But I guess they should. They’re the same ones I’ve said to her in every fantasy I’ve had about us since we were last together four days ago.

She is mine and I can’t wait to show her. Control her. Dominate her. I’m going to be everything she needs and more.

Her suction increases and the pleasure ignites my orgasm. “I’m about to come in your mouth. And you’re going to swallow it. Every last drop.”

She grasps my hips and sucks harder as her mouth slides back and forth over my cock. “That’s it, Max. Fuck me with that beautiful mouth.”

My cum shoots into the back of her throat, and I feel her swallow around my tip. Not even a hint of a gag. Damn. Her sweet, greedy mouth took every drop I had to give. No hesitation. That fills me with a pride like I’ve never known.

I rub my thumbs down her cheeks. “That was amazing.”

She looks up at me from her knees, so submissive, like she’s willing to give me any and every thing I want. “I love hearing you tell me I’m your good girl.”

“Because you are very good and you’re mine.”

My research on alpha males didn’t consist of one brief web search. I’ve studied it intently so I would be prepared for the things Adelyn might ask of me. What I discovered was that this relationship isn’t going to be difficult for me. I’m prepared and ready to give Adelyn everything she desires. And I desire it too. Her. Mine.

I help her up and rub my thumb over her lips before placing a kiss against her mouth. “I may die, like really fucking die, if I don’t get to have you soon.”

“Sunday night. Only three more days.” Only three more days? Fuck. That feels forever away.

She brushes her hands over her knees. “Baby, they’re really red. Don’t let your parents see them.” It would be a fucking disaster if they figured out their daughter was on her knees giving me a blowjob in the pantry while they’re sitting fifteen feet away.

She kisses me back. “Paying attention to details. I’m proud of you.”

We leave the pantry and go to work on plating dessert. Adelyn calls out from the kitchen, “Daddy, you don’t want whipped cream, right?”

“None for me, honey.”

I wrap my arms around her waist from behind. I can smell her arousal, and adding that to the slightly glazed expression I saw in her eyes while we were in the pantry, I know my girl is turned the fuck on. All from being on her knees before me, sucking me off. I have this strong urge to reward her, a desire I don’t think I have ever felt before now.

I move my mouth over her ear. “Why don’t you come over later and I’ll give you some whipped cream?”

She giggles as she moves a slice of pound cake to a plate. “I think you just gave me a whole mouthful.”

“And you loved it.” And I love her dirty mouth.

“I did. And I’d love to have more but not while my parents are here.”

“Sneak out. They’ll never know.”

“Trust me. He’ll know.” I need these people to get gone.

“Then don’t sneak out. Tell them you’re coming over for something.” I don’t want to rush things, but I’ll take a quickie if it’s all I can have.

She turns in my arms and puts her hands on my face. “Listen. I want my parents to like you. And right now, despite the whole beer and tattoos thing, I think they do. Which is like a fucking miracle. I don’t want to push my luck; I’m afraid of ruining it.” She wants them to like me. I don’t think she’d care if she weren’t planning to keep me around for a while.

I definitely won’t be on the top of their favorites list if they think I’m fornicating with their baby girl. I see this relationship going somewhere so I need to keep my nose clean. And out of her pussy until Sunday. But after that, it’s game on. “I know you’re right. But I’m dying to be inside you.”

“And you will be . . . in a few more days.”

Fuck. I’m a patient man but I may lose my mind before I get between Adelyn’s legs. “You’re killing me. You know that, right?”

“You’ll survive. No one ever died from not fucking.”

“That could be debatable.” I pull her close and press a kiss to the top of her head. “But I’ll somehow manage.”

I look over Adelyn’s head and see Mrs. Maxwell standing in the kitchen. Watching us. Damn. I hope she didn’t overhear that conversation.

“Sorry. I was just coming in to see if you needed any help.”

I release Adelyn and she immediately returns to working on dessert. “Mama, you want extra strawberries?”

“Please.”

Mrs. Maxwell comes up behind me and rubs her hand side to side over my upper back before patting it. “I’ve got this, Oliver. Why don’t you go talk to Michael?”

I know he sent her in here to lure me back into the dining room. Fuck. What does he want to talk about?

“Yes, ma’am.”

I take my seat at the table and wait. Wait for the other shoe to drop. Wait for the firing squad to shoot. Wait for the interrogation to begin.

“I can see Adelyn likes you very much.” And here we go.

“I hope so because I like her.” I want whatever this is with Adelyn to progress. And I feel like I’ll need the Maxwell’s approval to make that happen.

“It’s easy to see how much you like her.” I’m glad he’s able to recognize that.

“Your daughter’s an amazing woman.” He doesn’t even know the half of it. How strong she is. How resilient.

“She deserves an amazing man.”

“She definitely does.”

“I want to tell you a story.” Oh, fuck. Here we go with the hellfire and brimstone. “I was eighteen when I met Adelyn’s mother. She was something else, and still is, but dear God . . . there’s nothing like the first time you lay eyes on the woman you’re going to love for the rest of your life. There’s nothing like that first touch. That first kiss. Or that first time she lies beneath you. Rachel was not my wife when that happened.”

Mrs. Maxwell is a very attractive woman. I’m sure Brother Maxwell did think she was something else. But I don’t have a fucking clue how to respond to what he just told me.

“She was seventeen and I took her virginity. But I bet you’re wondering where I’m going with this story.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I am a pastor but I’m also human which means I understand your urges. I’ve been there. But that also means I know what you want to do with my daughter.” Fuck. I’ve never been confronted by anyone’s dad about having sex with his daughter. It feels like he thinks we’re seventeen. “Am I wrong, son?”

“No, sir.” He’s straight up asking me if I want to fuck his daughter. If I say I don’t, we’ll both know I’m lying.

“If you’re going to be the man in her life, be the amazing man in her life. Be the strong one who puts her needs above your own.” But what if her needs include choking her? I doubt Brother Maxwell would go along with that.

“Adelyn’s been taught the ways of a godly wife.?

??

Whoa. No one has been talking marriage. And I don’t remember learning anything from the Bible about the things she wants to do. “I’ve only known Adelyn a couple of months. We’ve not discussed marriage.”

“But lying with her is on your mind. You’ve admitted that much.” No need to tell him he’s right. He knows I want her.

Fuck me. I want to do so much more than lie with your daughter, Brother Maxwell.

“Adelyn knows the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church. As the church submits to Christ, a wife should submit to her husband in everything. A husband should love his wife, just as Christ loved the church.” He points toward the kitchen. “That precious girl would make you a good wife should things progress to that point. But if that’s not what you want, please don’t ruin her for the man who will one day want her as his wife. So I’m a father asking you to carefully consider what it is you want from Adelyn. And I’m asking you to not break my little girl’s heart.”

I’ve never had a father tell me his daughter would make a good wife for me.

I’ve never had a father ask me to carefully consider what I want from his daughter.

I’ve never had a father ask me to not ruin her. Or break her heart.

It’s unnerving. But thought-provoking. “Brother Maxwell, Adelyn is a very special woman. I do not take our relationship lightly. I’ve already given it much thought and you have my word I will continue to do so.”

“Thank you, Oliver. I appreciate that.”

I devour my strawberry shortcake in record time so I can vacate the fucking premises. I need to get out of here. Too many feelings are swirling around in my head at the same time. “Dinner and dessert were great, as always.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

I push away from the table. “Need help cleaning up?”

“Adelyn cooked. I’ll clean.” Mrs. Maxwell gives us the you’re free to go nod. “I’ve got this.”

“It was good meeting you.”