Page 48 of Van

“You know I appreciate you more than you can know, Van.”

“I know you do.”

“Some days, I don’t think you know. I don’t think I tell you enough or show you enough,” she says. The next thing I know, she’s leaning over in the seat, unzipping my jeans.

“What’s this?”

“My thank you.” She pulls my cock free, and that fucker hardens in her hand. I don’t need her to do this, but I’ll be damned if I stop her at this point. She lowers her head and sucks my cock into her mouth, and I groan while I try to keep my eyes on the road and not on her. She pulls me into her throat and sucks me hard. I can barely keep myself under control right now.

“Fuck, Chy,” I groan as I pull into the driveway of the first house I wanted to show her. The realtor smiles and waves, but I just give her the hold on a minute finger. Chy keeps sucking until I feel my balls tighten up. Before I can warn her to stop, she flicks her tongue along my cock, and I lose it. I come down the back of her throat while she eagerly swallows it.

When she’s done, she pulls her mouth away from me and wipes it on the back of her hand while smiling at me.

“Fuck, girl. I didn’t know you could do that.”

“I didn’t really want to while I was pregnant, but I’ve been thinking about it.”

“You been thinkin’ about my cock in your hot little mouth?” I ask her. She nods her head before shifting and seeing where we are.

“Who is that?”

“The realtor. She just saw you pop back up,” I laugh before pressing my lips to hers.

“She didn’t!”

“I think she did. Who gives a fuck. Get out,” I tell her, nodding toward the door. Color creeps over her cheeks as she opens the door and jumps out. I watch her as she walks around the truck, and I take her hand in mine.

“Mr. Mcintosh.”

“That’s me. How are you?” I ask politely.

“I’m good. You can go ahead inside, and if you have any questions, feel free to come find me.” I nod my head and lead Chy into the house. There is no furniture or fancy showing, but I like it so far.

“What’s this?”

“It’s a house,” I tease.

“I know that. Are you looking for a house?”

“Yeah. Figured its about time I get out of the clubhouse, you know?” Chy nods her head as we walk through the house. We check every room, and I love it.

“What do you think?” I ask her.

“It’s nice. You don’t need much space. Why three bedrooms?”

“Well, I thought about havin’ a roommate.”

“Oh really? That would make sense then.”

“Yeah. So, do you like it?”

“It’s nice. I like it.”

“So, is that a yes?” I ask her. She turns to face me, confused by what I’m asking.

“What do you mean? I think the question is, do you like it.”

“I do. I think it’ll work out great. It’s close to the club and all that,” I tell her. “So, is that a yes?” I ask once more. She looks at me, brows narrowed as she tries to think about what it is I’m saying, but it doesn’t make sense to her.

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