Page 48 of Without Judgment

“Uh-huh.” She’d moved closer, now merely inches from me.

“I told you, I’m not a relationship guy.”

“I heard you. But you also admitted you were attracted to me.”

“I am, but you’ve been drinking.” I sounded like a broken record. Why were all the reasons I could tell her this was a bad idea choosing to abandon me now?

“Maybe your confession, along with a little liquid courage, is what I needed.”

“To do what?”

Her hand shot out to caress the front of my jeans.

A curse hissed from between my gritted teeth. I needed to stop this. I should make her chug the water and go to bed. I absolutely should not be standing here with her hand on my dick in the middle of her father’s kitchen.

But the moment she sank to her knees, I was a fucking goner.

A spectator to my own demise.

As I watched her unzip me, it might as well have been me who was drunk. Drunk on her and caught in slow motion. She took my length in her hand and, without hesitation, wrapped her incredible lips around me. On the first pull, she took me deep. I threw my head back, putting one hand on the island counter to brace myself, while the other weaved into her hair.

She gave me two more deep throats, her wet mouth feeling like heaven. I was trying to concentrate on something that would keep me from coming down her throat with embarrassing haste when she glanced up, my cock in her hand, and said something.

“What’s that?”

“I said I’m sorry. Please don’t take this the wrong way.”

Lust had clouded my brain, so I didn’t understand what she was saying until she popped up and proceeded to puke up a night’s worth of drinks in the kitchen sink.

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