Page 75 of My Promise To Keep

‘Yeah, Lu. I think I showed her.’

‘Hey, I think I’m going to head home,’ Zoe interrupts as I’m talking to Nick, who can’t take his eyes off Bree or Missy, as they dance to the music now playing from Cara’s sound system. ‘You can either come with, or Bree has a key, and you can just let yourself in.’

This was the plan. Make it seem like there’s nothing untoward about us leaving together. I’m just staying in her guest room. As it is, nobody seems to care. Doug and Cara have disappeared andare definitely fuckin’ upstairs. Lynnie and Merv are as drunk as Pop and Lu, and they’re all dancing with Bree and Missy.

‘I’ll come with. I think we’re about done here.’

‘You need a ride, Nick?’ Zoe asks. She’s taking Missy’s car. Missy is staying over at Bree’s so they can leave together, and Nick lives in the same street as Zoe, so it makes sense.

‘Nah, I think I’m going to walk.’ I raise my eyebrows — the road back to town is long, steep, winding, and not lit.

‘Nick, no. It’s dark, and you’ve been drinking,’ Zoe presses, and Nick releases a frustrated breath that’s a little close to the line for my liking.

‘Dude, come on, we’ll take you home.’

He nods, just once, and I make a mental note to talk to him about what crawled up his ass, but tomorrow, or at least when he’s not pretty close to being wasted.

We park outside Zoe’s house, and Nick thanks her for the ride before saying goodnight and heading home.

‘Well, he’s…’

‘A problem for another day.’ I turn her toward her door. ‘Get your butt inside.’

The second the door closes behind us, my mouth is on hers. I back her up against the wall, my tongue exploring her mouth, my hands roaming her body.

‘You drove me fuckin’ crazy today, munch,’ I say between kisses as I trail my mouth down her neck to her exposed collarbone, banking every gasp and moan that escapes her lips.

‘Yeah. Mutual.’ She pushes at my jacket until it’s off my shoulders and sliding down my arms, and I reach up to loosen my tie. ‘Leave it on.’ She gasps, and I bring my hands back to her ass.

Zoe’s hands come to my belt, undoing it easily and working on the button of my suit pants. She pushes her hand inside andwraps her fingers around my dick, pulling it out and stroking the hardening length.

‘Fuck, Zo.’ My voice is strained as she uses my dick like a fucking joystick to back me up to the stairwell.

‘Sit.’ She instructs, and I do.

Slowly she reaches under her short dress and lowers her panties down her thighs, letting them drop as I take over the stroking of my cock and swallow hard at this side of her. Sex has always been great between us, but she’s let me take control. The look in her eyes right now tells me she’s in charge, and I am good with that. Stepping out of both her heels and the lace panties caught around her ankles, Zoe walks toward me and, holding my gaze the whole time, lowers to her knees in front of me.

‘Munch, you don’t have to…’ I want her to. Fuck, do I want her to. I’ve been imagining my dick in her mouth for literally decades, and it’s something we haven’t done yet, but I don’t want her to feel she has to do this.

‘Leo—’ she pushes her fingers up my thighs, then grips my wrists and brings my hands to the staircase beneath me. ‘I have been thinking about this all day.’ Her little hand wraps around my dick with a grip that makes my eyes roll back, and she twists slowly from the bottom to the top and back again. ‘I already told you once—’ She lowers, bringing her tongue to lick the beading precum from the tip, and I gasp involuntarily. ‘I’m a grown-ass woman.’ She runs her tongue up the underside of my shaft, and I know this is about to be life-altering. ‘If I don’t want to do something, I won’t do it.’ Her tongue slowly circles the head of my cock, and I fight the urge to drop my head back, not wanting to take my eyes off her. ‘I want this so badly that I’ve been soaking fucking wet all damn day.’

I want to react. I want to say something, but as she wets her lips and sinks her mouth down onto my dick, I can’t thinkstraight. My eyes roll back as she licks and sucks, twisting her hand around the base as my fingers push into her hair.

‘Baby,’ I groan, and she grunts hungrily, picking up her speed and suction, and I know she liked me calling her that. I grip my fingers in her hair, and she digs her nails into my thighs. She likes it a little rough — noted. Gripping her hair, I test the waters, pulling her down a little further each time she lowers until she pauses, and I feel her throat relax to take me deeper.

Jesus, fuck. This woman.

‘Zoe.’ Her name is an exhale as I lean back to take in the sight. Lilac hair caught in my tattooed hands, and my dick, hard and glistening as it slides between her swollen lips. She turns her watery eyes up to me, and that’s enough. As fucking incredible as this is, I need to be inside her — now.

I release her hair and push back on her shoulders. She looks up at me, a little confused.

‘Get up here.’

Without hesitation, Zoe pushes up to straddle me, her knees on the staircase as I push inside her easily.

Her lips part, the hot breath that escapes them paints my skin with her desire, and I bring my hands to her hips.

‘Ride me,’ I grunt, the feel of her squeezing me almost too much when I was already close to coming into her mouth.

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