Page 84 of Before I Loved You

My eyes roam over her body, tracing over every delectable curve. Her breasts heave with each inhale and exhale, her nipples hardening under my stare. All I want to do is reach out to her, touch her, taste her, but I sit back, giving her complete control in this moment.

Because this moment is all hers.

The palm of her free hand slides up my bare thigh, right over the hard bulge between the dead center of my legs, eliciting a groan from me.

She bites her bottom lip, her hand rubbing against me. Her fingers tuck under the waistband, pulling the fabric down until my hard cock springs free. I watch as her eyes widen and her tongue comes out, licking her lips, appearing as though my cock is her favorite guilty pleasure.

“You going to show me how much you want my cock, baby girl?” My hand cups her cheek, my thumb brushing over her bottom lip. Her iridescent green eyes connect with mine as she shakes the can in her hand.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” she confesses.

The palm of her hand glides up the inside of my thigh, pushing my legs apart so she can get closer to me.

“Do whatever you want to me. I’m all yours.” My cock throbs at the sight before me. Does she know how many times I’ve envisioned this exact scenario? Well, maybe not with the whipped cream, but that’s an added bonus.

She positions the can over her hand, squirting a dollop onto her finger. Her tongue darts out of her mouth as she slides her finger between her lips, sucking off the cream.

Holy fucking fuck.

“Mmm.” She releases her finger. “I forgot how much I love whipped cream.”

Her free hand grips my cock, stroking me. Providing the perfect amount of pressure to send me over the edge.

“Fuck,” I hiss, letting my head roll back but still keeping an eye on her. There’s no way I’m missing a single second of this.

She places the palm of her hand underneath my cock to hold it while she takes the can of whipped cream with her other hand, slowly dispensing a line down my hardened length.

“You’re so big. I hope there will be enough,” she muses.

“You sure know exactly the right thing to say, don’t you?” My fingers reach out to her, running through her silky strands of hair as she tosses the bottle to the side.

A devilish little grin appears on her face right before her tongue sneaks out between her lips, and she licks off the whole line of cream as her hand massages my balls.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I groan uncontrollably.

There’s not a second of hesitation as she opens wide and takes almost all of my cock inside her, sucking on it like it’s her favorite thing in the whole goddamn world.

Her head bobs up and down like a pro, her fingers gripping my thighs, holding me to her.

My hand rests on her shoulder, stroking her skin. “You’re fucking perfect.”

The tip of my cock hits the back of her throat, making her eyes water, but she keeps pushing herself, getting as much of me inside her warm mouth.

It doesn’t take long for me to feel myself start to lose control, so I gently push on her head before it’s too late. “I’m about to come.”

She shakes her head. “Swallowing,” she mumbles around my cock, picking up the pace.

Well, fuck me.

I let out a groan as I come, my cock pulsing inside her mouth, my eyes not getting enough of her, watching as she swallows every last drop.

She backs away on her knees, looking up at me, licking her lips. “How did I do?”

I let out a breathy chuckle, rolling my head against the back of the couch. “How did you do? Sarah, that was the best fucking blow job of my life.” I reach for her, gripping her at her waist, and pull her back onto my lap.

“I’ve never done that before,” she quietly admits, hiding her face in the crook of my neck. Her lips press against my skin over and over again.

That admission fucking does something to me.

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