Page 18 of Winning the Dad

“Thank you. Yours is pretty sweet too, you know.”

“What do you like about it?”

“Mmm, your smooth skin. Mine is so much rougher, but yours is like velvet. And you’re so…sleek. Like a Porsche or a Maserati, built for speed. Even when you stand still, energy is sparking inside you as if with one touch of the gas pedal, you’re off to the races.”

I knee-walked down the mattress until I was between his legs at the right angle. My mouth watered at the sight of that fat cock, already wet at the tip, eagerly awaiting my touch.

I worked him in smoothly, my mouth impossibly full with his thickness. Even without sucking him in all the way, breathing was a challenge. But what a glorious way to die.

Relaxing my throat, I managed to get him in deeper, and he grunted, a low growl that shot straight to my dick. He threaded his fingers through my hair and held my head as he snapped his hips and drove into me.

“Oh fuck,” he muttered and retreated rapidly. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t?—”

“Fuck my mouth.” I placed my hand on his bare thigh. “I’ll tap out if it gets too much.”

“I don’t want to…”

“I want you to. Fuck my mouth, Jack. Please.”

His eyes drilled into mine, and then he slowly nodded. “You promise you’ll signal?”

“I swear.”

I took him back into my mouth, sucking hard and watching with satisfaction as his eyes crossed.

“Jesus fuck…”

He snapped his hips and surged into my mouth. I hollowed my cheeks as I looked up at him, taking every inch of that thick cock. It burned and stung and was perfect. Drool dribbled down my chin, but I didn’t care.

He fucked my mouth, my throat, his hands tightening on my skull as he sped up. His thrusts were shallower now, and I sucked as hard as possible while he babbled incoherently, repeating my name and that of the Lord until the words became one long rambling mess. He was losing it, and I loved it.

“I’m going to…” He threw his head back, emitting a low growl. The hairs on my skin rose, but I was ready for him, and when his load came, I swallowed eagerly. I squeezed his ass cheeks as he emptied himself down my throat, rocking until he was spent.

When I let go of him, he was panting. “I’m gonna need a minute… Jesus, I feel all weak.”

I grinned and wiped my mouth and chin. “Good?”

“Not good. Fantastic. Amazing. Mind-blowing. I don’t even have words.”

I crawled next to him, and when he opened his arms, snuggled close. Yes, my own cock was hard, eager for release, but it didn’t matter. An orgasm wasn’t what I craved right now. I wanted to be with Jack…and for him to never leave.

7

JACK

Iwoke up in that dreamy state of barely awake and half-asleep, where everything was warm and rosy. The bed was soft and fluffy, and I hadn’t slept this well in ages. What a great way to start this day. What was I doing again today?

Sawyer.

My eyes flew open. Sawyer was the little spoon to my big one, nestled in my arms, softly snoring. A warm fluttering tickled my stomach. When was the last time I’d woken up with someone in my bed? I’d never allowed hookups to spend the night, mostly because of Romero and, later, because I valued my privacy.

But this? I loved this.

Three days ago, I hadn’t known Sawyer existed, and now my throat got tight at the thought of leaving him tomorrow and going home. What was happening?

I had feelings for him. Big, scary, real feelings.

As much as I wanted to pretend this was just casual sex, a fun way to spend a weekend, it had become so much more than that.

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