Page 82 of Pretty Heartache

Slow and torturous. That’s how my love for Micah has blossomed. But there’s beauty in the pain of falling in love with him.

And that’s what I’ve done. I’ve fallen in love with Micah Harding.

A fantasy I never believed would come true.

His devastatingly beautiful eyes search around the yard and the neighbor’s houses on each side. Gerald, the old man in the house on the right, is spending the summer with his grandchildren in Maine. Heidi, the one who lives in the house on the left, has a line of tall trees separating her property from his, making it impossible to see into the yard. A similar boundary of trees run along the rear of the house, thick and wooded, meaning there’s no one who would be able to see in.

When he reaches me, he immediately presses his hands to my face.

Rolling onto the balls of my feet, I stand on my toes, trying my best to bring my mouth above his. “I’m dirty, Micah,” I breathe over his lips.

“Do you think I care?” His fingers dip into my hair and grip the back of my neck.

His hands are on me, and he doesn’t stop. A sense of euphoria washes over me, his touch burning my skin in the best way.

“Is that how you want me?” I ask.

He presses his hips into me, his hardened erection against my stomach. I feel the length of him, and the space between my thighs hums with need.

“I want you in every possible way,” he confesses.

I smirk, then I press my mouth to his, nibbling on his lip until I pull my mouth away. I look down at my feet before casting my eyes back up. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

“I want your mouth on me. I want to watch your pretty mouth sucking on my cock.”

“How do you want me?” I ask softly.

He massages the back of my neck before tilting my head up. “On your knees.”

I do as he says, falling to my knees in front of him, heart racing.

My face is in line with his erection, the outline of it evident beneath his dirty jeans.

Nervously, I take another look around, ensuring no one is watching. The last thing I want is old man Gerald to be sitting on his second-floor balcony, sipping on his cup of coffee while watching me on my knees in front of Micah.

My cheeks heat, but there’s no sight of Gerald.

Two fingers hook under my chin, pulling my focus and attention back to him. “Eyes on me.”

A heavy breath falls from my mouth when I look back at his erection straining against his jeans. I unzip and free him. His cock springs straight out, hard as a statue. My eyes widen at the sight of it, stomach fluttering and my pussy getting wetter with need. It isn’t the first time I’ve done this with Micah, but it’s the first time we’ve done this outside.

I wrap my hand around his length, running the pad of my thumb over the mushroomed tip. A deep sigh falls from Micah’s mouth followed by a deep, hungry growl. His hand is on the back of my head, massaging me as he patiently waits for me. Slowly, I slide my hand all the way down to the base while looking up at him with hooded eyes.

His jaw ticks, and his neck swells. Sweat coats his skin, a dot dripping down his neck. Keeping my eyes on him, I open my mouth, taking him in. His hand on the back of my head guides me. He groans the second my tongue slips against the tip. Letting go of him, I move my hands to the backs of his thighs, and he slides himself deep into the back of my throat.

“I love watching you on your knees for me.”

I don’t move as he stares down at me with darkened eyes that flutter as he groans.

“Your mouth feels so fucking good. It’s even prettier when it’s wrapped around me.”

I suck my cheeks in and pucker my lips while he threads his fingers back through my hair, pulling me back.

I moan as I continue to suck and lick, pulling him in, then pulling him back out. Keeping my eyes pinned on him, I flick my tongue across the tip. “You taste so good.”

“Fuck!” He hisses between clenched teeth when I go back in for more until he hits the back of my throat again. “Just like that, baby.”

He thrusts into my mouth over and over again. My jaw falls open, relaxing to allow him to move faster, but the more he fucks it, the tighter I get. I take him inch for inch, moaning and sucking, licking and tasting. Every time I allow him back in, he slams the back of my throat harder than the last time. His cock pulsates in my mouth.

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