Page 38 of Walker

“It looks like I owe Griffon for helping Ariel and keeping you around.”

When I turned, our eyes met and what I saw there sent my world spinning. Admiration. Respect. Lust. Maybe something a little deeper that I refused to put into words because it was far too soon for shit like that. Still, I was blown away by the amount of faith this woman had in me after years of feeling like I was nothing more than an undesirable afterthought to most people.

Reesa moved so that her body curved around the front of mine. “Close your eyes,” she demanded. Normally, having a woman in charge wasn’t my thing, but she deserved a little control in her life too, so I complied.

Her lips met with mine. They were soft, warm, and I could smell the tiniest hint of whatever fruity lip balm she had on. When she playfully tugged at my bottom lip before releasing me, I grabbed her hips and pulled her around, so she was straddling my lap.

“Remember when I said I was trying to go slow for you?”

Reesa nodded her head and then smiled at me before her lips nipped at the shell of my ear and she whispered. “That sounds like a dumb idea.”

My fingers tightened on her hips as her mouth came back around and met with my own. Our lips parted, tongues tangled, and I drowned in that fucking kiss. In her. Before long, Reesa pulled back just a bit and then nibbled her way down my chin, then she licked the column of my throat as her hands reached between us and lifted the edge of my shirt. She seemed to remember it was a button-up and then showed her impatience when she grabbed each side and ripped it apart, sending a couple buttons to scatter around my room.

“Damn baby. Here I was worried about coming on too strong and you’re going all she-hulk on my clothes.”

“Walker?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Shut up and get naked.”

I chuckled but did as she asked. I finished the work she started on my shirt as she slid hers up and over her head. Her silky, dirty blonde hair trailed down her back in a waterfall as the shirt pulled free. The lighter hair and her pale skin were in stark contrast of the black lace bra she wore. “Fuck that’s hot, Ree.”

She traced her fingers down my chest where a gargoyle stood watch over my heart. The stone golem was meant to represent me guarding myself from ever harming another woman again. Ree’s fingers traced the bastard so lovingly, it made me wonder if he might just guard me from fucking things up for her instead.

“He looks so fierce, like he’ll protect us from whatever gets thrown our way.”

“Yeah, baby. I think you’re right.” She trailed her fingers down lower and started to undo the button of my pants as her lips gracefully trailed sweet, open-mouthed kisses across the lucky fucking gargoyle that used to guard my heart. I was almost jealous of the bastard until she crawled backward out of my lap and slid down between my legs to fish my cock out of my pants.

I was harder than the fucking gargoyle she had just given all her kisses to. When her fist wrapped around my girth and gave an exploratory pump, I thought I would come in her hand like a fucking chump.

“Can I put my mouth on you,” she asked as her eyes rolled up to meet my own.

“Baby, that’s a question you never have to ask me.”

She grinned wickedly and then stuck her tongue out while she maintained eye contact and licked my cock from root to fucking tip before she sucked the head into her mouth and hummed while she sank down as far as she could go on my cock.

“Holy shit, Ree.” I hissed. “Holy fucking shit.”

“Mmmm.” That hum was the only acknowledgement my woman gave before she bobbed up and down on my cock. When she tried to reach into my jeans to caress my balls and had difficulty, I reluctantly pulled her sexy mouth off my cock long enough to get free of my jeans and boots. Then she immediately went back down on me in the same way, with a long, drawn-out hum that was almost my undoing.

“You keep doing that and I’m gonna blow down your throat before either one of us is ready.” I gritted the warning through my teeth as I tried to hold off the tingles that erupted in my balls and signaled the beginning of the loss of my control.

Reesa said nothing. She also didn’t stop what she was doing. I knew, without a doubt, there was a difference between the blow jobs I’d been given all my life and a hummer. Those two things were not synonymous. I didn’t even have a clue if that was why the term “hummer” had ever been coined, but in my mind there was now a definitive difference.

My spine tingled and I reached out for a handful of Reesa’s silky as fuck hair. “Gonna blow. On or off, baby?”

She sucked harder and hummed louder. “Holy fuck!” I used her hair to guide her movements at that point because I was already at the point of no return. “Fuck, Ree, fuck! Gonna come down your pretty little throat, baby. Need you to drink up every last drop.”

She hummed louder in response and squeezed my balls as she gave a gentle tug and that was it. I unloaded what felt like a gallon of cum in her mouth as I kept her hair fisted in my hand and the other gripped the side of the bed as if it was my fucking lifeline. My eyes rolled back, and electric pulses zinged up and down my spine.

I had never been taken out so hard by a fucking blowjob in my life.

“Wow,” Ree huffed. I opened my eyes to see her pupils blown with lust, making her eyes appear almost fully black in color. “I’ve never done that before.”

“You – Wait, what? You’ve never given a blow job before?”

“Oh, no. I’ve done that, but I read something about the humming thing and thought I’d try it because I really wanted to impress you.” The shy way she said it had me instantly hard again.

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