Page 60 of My Darling Mayhem

“But, actually…” I started, unable to get the images of her in my truck, her mouth taking the tip of my cock between her prettyred lips, out of my head. “I couldn’t help wondering how you did after our little time in the truck.”

I tied off her braid, and she half-turned between my legs. “What do you mean? I went to work and had to deal with Brian. You were there for all of that.”

“Yes.” I dropped my gaze to her lips. “But you were moaning while you slid that wet tongue over me, sucking my cock and then swallowing my cum like a...” I trailed off, unsure how free I could be with my words.

She wet her lips, staring at my mouth and holding onto my leg with her hand.

“Like a what?”

I felt a flush working its way up my neck. I’d never hesitated to speak however I wanted to with a woman, not ever. But Wren had me wanting to talk about flowers and how she smelled like lavender while also making me feel like she had started weaving her own fairy tale in my chest. She was folklore, and I was just a boy falling in love with a story.

Wren twisted until she was on her knees in front of me, her hands running up my chest, her lips a breath away from mine.

Her mouth trailed over my jaw lightly, and then her teeth latched onto my ear. “Like a what, Archer?”

My cock twitched in my jeans, hardening to a painful point.

Gripping her hips, I rasped in the air between us. “Like a dirty little slut.”

Wren drew her bottom lip between her teeth and bit down.

Then, leaning forward, her lips trailed my ear. “So you want to know if I had to touch myself after I sucked your cock? If I went to work with slick thighs because of how badly I wanted you?”

My fingers dug into her hips as I guided her to straddle me.

“Well, if you must know, I locked myself in the bathroom of my job, Archer. I had to take off my thong because it wassoaked.” Her tongue traced the shell of my ear as she continued to whisper, “Then I slid down my skirt and started circling my clit with my fingers, desperate for relief.”

Fuck, I was going to come in my jeans. “Did you get it?”

She shook her head while slowly rocking her hips against me.

“So that’s two orgasms I owe you now, is that right?”

Biting down on her lip to suppress a smile, she nodded.

“Well, we better do something about that.”

Wren looped her hands around my neck loosely. “I mean, if you say so.”

“You’re going to have to do exactly as I tell you. No arguments, no questions.” I slowly shifted her off my lap. “I will not fuck you tonight.”

Wren’s mouth parted the tiniest bit, but she searched my face and nodded.

“Also, if I do or say anything you’re uncomfortable with, you need to tell me.”

I shifted, leaving the headboard and moving toward the bottom part of her bed.

“Say yes, Wren,” I rasped near her ear as I stroked down her ass.

Her eyes were wide, her neck flushed, and I saw her chest rising and falling fast. “Yes.”

“Good.” I slipped my shirt up over my head. “Strip out of your clothes and put this on.”

Her brows dipped, and I knew she was likely confused, but I didn’t care; I was finally about to see her completely naked. I sat back, watching as she slid her shirt over her head, revealing silky, smooth, tan skin. She had a beauty mark above her left breast that I wanted to kiss. She slid her sports bra up and over her head, letting her tits fall free, which had my mouth parting.

I refrained from touching her as she moved to her shorts.

“Underwear, too. All of it,” I demanded.

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