Page 80 of My Almost Ex

“No worries, I’ll be thinking about what I’m gonna do to you when I get home.”

She takes one of my hands and slides it up her chest. The brash movement makes my dick twitch.

“Oh, I got a reaction,” she says, obviously feeling it since her other hand is right by my crotch. She slides her tongue out of her mouth, gives me her seductive glare, and shakes her hips before falling to her knees in front of me.

“I can’t be late,” I say like an idiot.

She takes the strap of my utility belt, sliding it out and unhooking it. “Then I better do an A-plus job.”

I step back to lean on the counter, knowing I’m going to need the support.

In no time flat, my pants are open and pushed down to pool at my ankles. She pulls down my boxer briefs, and my dick pops up between us like a jack-in-the-box.

She moves forward, her tongue running up the length of my cock, staring at me for a reaction the entire time. Then her fingers wrap around my base and my cock jumps in excitement that it gets to start its morning like this.

My fingers thread through her dark strands, not about to miss a second of her lips on me. She brings the leaking tip of my cock to her lips, sweeping her tongue across it while her fist pumps me, and my dick aches for more. She wraps her entire mouth over my dick, taking me all the way to the back of her throat. The strands of her hair tighten in my hand from the lurch of my body coming off the counter.

Damn, her mouth is still fucking amazing.

She works me expertly with the precision of someone who knows her way around a dick, my dick, doing everything I love. She might not remember all the things from her past, but she remembers exactly what gets me off during a blow job.

“Fuck,” I say, unable to stop myself from thrusting into her mouth.

She moans, licking up my underside. Fuck, I’m gonna nut in her mouth right now. The noises she’s making in the quiet of our home are driving me crazy.

I put my hands on the counter, wanting to give her the control to take me wherever she wants. For her to feel the power she has over me, that I’m hers and only hers, forever.

That seems to spur her enjoyment, and she torments me with her mouth and her hand simultaneously. She’s not looking up at me and waiting for me to come, but it’s like she’s enjoying her mouth on me. When she reaches her hand under the waistband of her shorts, I’m done.

“I’m gonna come,” I groan.

She doesn’t stop and I moan as I come in her mouth. She swallows and licks my now sensitive tip.

Fuck, how I missed this.

“Now you can go to work.” She pulls up my boxer briefs and my pants, sliding me back inside, then buckles my utility belt.

“I think I’m coming down with something.” I put the back of my hand on my forehead.

She laughs and rises to her tiptoes. She kisses me, and tasting myself on her tongue is fucking glorious. Jesus, I want to spend the day here with her. I take a quick glance at the clock. Yeah, I’m gonna be late.

I grab her hips and hoist her on the counter, then tear off her pajama shorts and push her shirt up to see her tits.

“You have work,” she says.

“They’ll deal. If I don’t taste you this morning, I’ll be distracted all day.”

I nestle between her legs and get her off quicker than ever. Who said mornings suck? Today is a goddamn beautiful day.

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