Page 250 of The Last Good Man

“Sure,” he says with a crooked smile. “But don’t make me wait.”

“I won’t.”

My lips draw a trail of kisses as my fingers slide over his body, undoing his shirt, unfastening his buckle, and unzipping his fly before pushing his clothes off.

When he stands naked in front of me with his hand resting leisurely on my neck, I crouch in front of him and take him into my mouth.

Rock hard, hefeels like fire in my mouth.

My fist glides down, smearing the moisture down his length while my tongue swirls around the chiseled tip of his erection.

He tastes good.

He tastes like he’s about to come.

“It’s been too long,” he says, and I look up.

He seems drunk, but he’s only had a couple of drinks, so it’s not the alcohol that’s threading through his blood.

He tightens his grip on my head.

“Enough,” he says, lodged in my throat.

I peer up.

The word makes no sense until he lifts me and lays me on the covers.

The bed iswide, and several pillows are tucked against the headboard. It’s perfect to lie down, nap, or fuck into the early morning hours.

The high ceiling fleetingly becomes my focus before a smile creeps up my lips as he spreads my thighs open and buries his face between my legs.

I’m tense in the beginning and then slowly relax as he drives the tip of his tongue over my clit and sucks on it.

His fingers follow suit, and heeasilypushes me to the finish line, licking my clit and thrusting his fingers into me.

I moan, with my hands on his head and my thighs wanting to draw close together. His strokes go deeper as my hips tilt up and my shoulders press into the mattress. I cry out my pleasure, sliding into an ocean of bliss.

Aroused out of his mind, he pulls away and hovers over me only for a second before running his hard length into me.

Now, this is heaven.

His body rocking against mine.

His hard fleshslidinginto me over and over again.

I’m still scaling down until my soft throbbing morphs into need again, and I hold onto him with both hands as we ride straight to the top.

MELODY

Next morning

Saturday

“It wasn’t that bad,” I say, lying on the bed next to him.

“No, it wasn’t.”

Covered up to his groin with a white sheet, his bare chest on full display, he hands me my coffee.

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