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Smolder (Steel Brothers Saga 22)

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I rise then. “Come on,” I say to my canine friend.

She comes with me into the bedroom and jumps right up onto her spot at the foot of the bed.

Rory moves slightly and then opens her eyes.

“Sorry,” I say. “Sammy didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s okay,” she says, yawning. “What time is it?”

“It’s about two a.m.”

She jolts upward. “I should go.”

“It’s okay. Stay.”

“But—”

“Really. I want you to stay.”

She smiles. “Okay.” She lies back down.

I shimmy out of my pajama pants. “Since we’re both awake…” I lie down next to her, pull her toward me, and kiss her beautiful lips.

She tastes as sweet and succulent as she did before. This woman doesn’t have morning breath. Of course, it’s not morning yet.

But already I know she won’t have morning breath. And if she does, it won’t matter to me.

Already I know that I’ll take every chance I can to be with her, to get inside her, to hold her close to me.

I’m hard again, and damn, I didn’t think to put a condom on before we started this.

I don’t want to stop kissing her. Her lips are so soft, her tongue so velvety and sweet.

I want to pull her on top of me, have her straddle me, ride me.

Fuck.

I break the kiss.

“You okay?” she asks.

“Condom,” I grit out.

She nods.

I rise, walk to the dresser, and take care of things. Then I settle back in bed. Already, I know that if I start kissing her again, I’ll be inside her within minutes.

“You know,” she says, “maybe you don’t need that condom.”

“Yeah, I do.”

“No, that’s not what I mean.”

She climbs on top of me, but instead of sliding down onto my cock, she turns and hovers above my face. Then she removes the condom and sucks the tip of my dick between her beautiful lips.

“Damn,” I groan.

I pull her down by her hips, nearly smothering myself with her sweet pussy.

And I do mean sweet.

She tastes like crab-apple butter. Weird, I know, but that’s the first thing that pops into my mind. Sweet and tart and creamy.

Her labia are slick beneath my tongue, and her clit is already hard. I suck on it gently…and then not so gently.

I move my head from side to side, covering my cheeks and chin with her juices. I want to drown in her, drown in her beauty and her sensuality and her nurturing goodness.

This woman…

She’s more than just the beauty of Snow Creek.

She’s something truly special.

And I’m not just saying that because I have my face in her pussy.

I want to give her more attention, but I’m distracted by what she’s doing to my cock. For someone who hasn’t been with a man for a while, she’s an expert at giving head.

She licks softly, and then she sucks hard, seeming to instinctively know when to pull back, when to go forward.

And oh my God, she has me on edge. Several times, I’m sure I’m going to spew, but then she pinches me right at the root of my shaft to hold back my orgasm.

I’m not sure I’ve had a better blow job in my life.

I’m pretty sure she could suck a golf ball through a garden hose.

I suck her harder, eating her. She swells above me, her pussy so hot and delicious. She’s going to pop soon. I know all the signals. I flick my tongue over her clit, gaining speed and strength.

And then I feel it—the pulsing of her pussy against my mouth.

She moans and groans, her mouth still full of my cock.

She’s coming, and though I’d love to let her come again and again and again, I can’t hold off.

I groan, the sound muffled by her pussy in my face. And I let go. I let go, pouring myself into Rory’s mouth.

And with each contraction of my cock, I know, more and more, that this woman is different. This relationship—if I can even call it that yet—is different.

Is it forever? I don’t know, and I don’t yet want to know.

But it’s something amazing, and I don’t want it to end.

Not for a long time.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Rory

It’s been a long time since I’ve had a man’s cock in my mouth. Brock Steel may not be the easiest blow job to give—he’s massive, after all—but this is the most satisfied I’ve felt in a long time. I’m talking about the satisfaction I gave him, not the mind-blowing orgasm he just gave me.

And yeah, I swallow. I always have. I’ve never understood women who don’t. If you like someone enough to give them a blow job, why wouldn’t you swallow?

I like this man. I like him a lot. More than I ever thought I would or could.

He says I’m more than just a pretty face. He’s much more than a pretty face as well.

I move off him and lie down next to him.



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