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“Suck it, baby. Make me cum.”

Without another word, her warm mouth is on my dick, and I shutter from how good it feels. And I’m amazed at how she slowly takes me, inch by inch.

This girl is fucking amazing. She started sucking, not caring if she made a mess as her head bobbed up and down my shaft.

“Mmm, such a good girl,” I coo. I gently glide my hand in her hair, moving my hips a bit. I can’t help it. She’s so damn good at this. I’ve never wanted to cum this quickly from a blow job. It was one of Naomi’s complaints about our sex life. She said she got lockjaw from sucking me for so long. No girl liked doing it unless they were a pro since I didn’t cum quickly and I was above average in size. But with Abigail, I have to hold back just so this can last longer.

Honestly, it’s what I crave most from her, to let her walls down. To be in sync with one another. We’ll find each other in sex if that’s how I’ll catch her. She’s like a different person when she is having sex. Hopefully, the more we have sex, the more her walls will stay down, just like this.

“You were made to suck my dick sweetheart. So beautiful, So powerful.” Every word out of my mouth is to help lower her walls. I want to keep talking her through this, encouraging her, as if I’m in control, but we both know she is. She always has been. She grabs both my hips, taking me in deep. She’s choking, but somehow, she’s still taking me. Saliva dripped down the sides of her chin.

“Fuck, Abigail.” I feel myself losing control as my orgasm reaches the brink. She’s choking on me, not coming up for air until she takes all of me. Then as if she can feel me coming without me saying a word, she grips my ass and sucks me long and slow as I curse under my breath,

“Oh, F-,’ I can’t get the rest of the words out as my orgasm bursts through me. She brings a hand between my legs and cups my balls. That finishes me. I stifle my groan as I place a hand over my mouth, praying to God Bodie can’t hear us. Once she’s taken all of me down to every last drop, she pulls away, swiping the side of her lip, as I try to calm my breathing. She looks up at me with those damn hypnotic eyes and an accomplished grin on her lips.

I can’t believe I found her, my dream girl.

She was never supposed to be mine, but I can’t imagine her being with anyone else now.

39

Abigail

“The easiest way to avoid wrong notes is to never open your mouth and sing. What a mistake that would be.” — Pete Seeger

I’m woken from my sleep, and feel like I’m about to fall. I open my eyes, seeing that I’m in Colt’s arms—one arm under my back and one under my knees.

“What are you doing?” I ask, closing my eyes again and curling into him. We ended up coming back to the apartment so he could fuck me senseless, finishing me off and making me cum, twice.

“Sleep with me?” he says.

Sleep with him? Does he even need to ask? I’ve been wondering if he would ever ask me. I’ve been sleeping in my bed in case Bodie came into Colt’s room in the morning looking for him or me since he was doing that more often. I couldn’t help but feel like this was starting to become my own family. I was just waiting for the ball to drop any moment since everything felt so damn perfect.

We still haven’t talked about what we are or where this is going, so until then, I don’t want Bodie to know his dad and I were more than just friends—along with Naomi and the rest of my family, for that matter.

He lays me down in his bed, and I pull the sheet up over my underwear and t-shirt.

“You want me naked?” I tease.

“Yes, please.” He locks his door, walks around the end of his bed, and climbs on the other side.

“I do need some sleep. My muscles ache from all the workouts we’ve been doing.” I sense the playfulness in his tone. “And it’s going to be hard enough trying to hold back when you aren’t naked in my bed.” He lifts his arms, signaling me to come and curl beside him, resting my head against his shoulder. A wave of peace settles over me.

This feels so good.

I run my fingers down his chest and stomach and circle my arm around him, looking up at him in the dark. He and I are at two completely different places in our lives. And somehow fate brought us together.

Written in the stars.

He’s never asked me directly, but I know he wonders what I see in him since we come from totally different planets. I could ask him the same thing. He could have any girl in his arms right now. I'm sure he has a plethora of numbers in his phone that he can dial if he chooses to, but it’s me in his arms right now.

“What are you staring at? ”Colt asks.

I tip my head back down, rubbing my lips over his skin.“I envy you,” I tell him.

“Why?

I shrug. “You just have it so easy. Anyone who’s good-looking does. Even if you didn’t play in the NFL. Life is easy for the petty people. And I wonder what it’s like to have it that easy. To have the confidence. To have yourself figured out. I envy that. Because I feel like I don’t at all.” I told him. He silently listens as I continue on my rant.

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