Page 116 of Vengeful Secret

When I come back down, she‘s doing laps in the pool, and I join her, matching her stroke for stroke. She’s always been an excellent swimmer.

I come up out of the water, getting tired, putting my arms on the side of the pool.

Sutton swims over to me and wraps her arms around my neck.

She kisses me deeply, and I groan into her mouth.

“Better quit that, or we’ll have to go take a shower.”

“Oh no,” she teases. “I‘d hate that.”

I laugh and make my way to the steps to get out while she heaves herself up over the side.

We put on our robes and head upstairs, taking the time that Ciara is in school to be together.

After we undress and get into the shower, I can’t stop staring at her body. It’s changed since I knew her five years ago, but it’s as familiar to me now as it was then.

And just as beautiful.

I run my fingers along the stretch marks on her stomach and thighs, and Sutton puts a hand over mine, blushing.

“Don’t do that. They’re so ugly.”

“No part of you could ever be ugly.”

I drop to my knees. lifting one of her legs over my shoulder, and spread her with my tongue, seeking out her clit so that I can suck on it lightly.

She gasps out my name, and I suck harder, inserting one finger and then two to check her wetness. She’s slick already, but she could be slicker, and I make her come once on my tongue before I stand. I’m already so hard that I want to slide right into her, but Sutton has different ideas.

“My turn,” she croons and kneels in front of me, taking me in her hand.

I can’t help but sway toward her.

“It doesn’t always have to be all about me, you know,” she says, taking my head into her mouth, and she works her tongue along my underside until I’m panting.

Then she takes me deeper, bobbing her head and using her hand to pump and twist, driving me crazy.

My balls draw up, and I’m close within moments, bracing myself against the wall.

Sutton loves this, this flip in control, having me under her spell, and I have to admit that I love it, too.

“I’m going to come,” I grunt, and she scratches along my thighs to encourage me to thrust into her mouth.

Uncaring that she’s gagging, I keep my thrusts deep and spill down her throat.

Sutton pulls away, swallowing and smiling up at me, and I lift her to her feet and kiss her deeply, spent.

My muscles ache from the pool, and it feels nice, finally having a workout.

Two workouts, I suppose. My heart rate is certainly up.

Between Sutton and me making up and my father’s advice, I’m feeling ten times better than I was earlier this morning.

I can’t wait to go and get Ciara, have some family time.

Because like Da said, family—legacy—that’s all that matters in the end.

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