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I pull off to say, “I want you to come for me now. Want you to empty those full balls of yours down my throat.” And then I’m back on him.

“Fuck…Tripp…” he says, his cock moving over my tongue, hitting the back of my throat. “So good. You feel so good.”

Those words make me soar. What is it about Rhett that hits me so deeply? That reaches parts of me I didn’t know were there?

My movements speed up, both on myself and him. My jaw aches, but I don’t care. I would do this all night if he wanted me to, but then suddenly, his body is tensing up, his muscles tightening, and I know I’m about to get my reward for a job well done.

Rhett’s cock twitches in my mouth, the first hot spurt of his load landing on my tongue. I swallow him down, still sucking him, and when he spurts again, it sets my orgasm loose, balls drawing up as I lose myself to pleasure, still swallowing what Rhett has to offer until we’re both wrung dry.

“Fuck, I needed that.” I press my forehead to his stomach, then press a kiss to his softening dick.

“I can’t believe you just came on your kitchen floor,” he says all serious, and I can’t help smiling.

I know he’s particular about things, and I don’t want it to bother him, so I say, “I’ll clean it up.”

I ease away from him and stand, but he says, “I’ll do it. I know it mostly bothers me.”

“Nope. I promise you I’m not the type to leave cum in my kitchen.”

“Yeah, but it’s because of me that we have to do it right this second. Plus…I want to do things for you.” He walks around me, pulls up his clothes, goes to the sink, and washes his hands.

My gaze doesn’t leave him, firmly on his back as I pull up my jeans, leaving them unbuttoned and unzipped while he gets paper towels wet.

Rhett takes two trips back and forth, making sure he gets it all taken care of, and I just…stare at him, liking him moving around in my space. Hell, just liking him.

“What?” he asks, throwing away the towels.

“Nothing.” I’m falling too hard, too fast. I have no idea if this can go anywhere, and the last thing I want is to get hurt, but I don’t know that I can stop myself either.

I definitely don’t want to end what we’re doing out of fear.

“You’re looking at me strangely.”

“I guess I’m strange.” I lean in, unable to keep my lips off him, and kiss him again. Rhett opens for me, not seeming to mind that he’s tasting himself on me. “You hungry?”

Rhett nods, then presses his lips to mine again. I fucking love when Rhett kisses me first, when he moves to touch me in any way first. It feels like a gift, like he’s giving me another piece of him.

I pick up his shirt and hand it over, and then we wash our hands to start prepping dinner.

“Okay, you’re in charge, Rhett. Tell me what to do.”

He grins. This big man, who can come off as so standoffish, is excited about this.

“We use Italian sausage. Some people use ground beef. I brought both in case you like one better than the other.”

“You didn’t have to bring both, Rhett. I’ll eat anything. You’re too sweet, you know that?”

He grabs supplies from the fridge. “Not many people would call me that.”

“Well, they’re idiots who don’t know you like I do. Use the sausage.”

He nods. “I’m not sure about that. I feel like I’m nicer than I used to be.” He gets a skillet and a pan for the noodles.

“I don’t believe that. You had your reasons, and now you’re getting past them. Maybe it’s all the good sex.” I wink, and he chuckles.

“Maybe you’re right.”

Rhett gets the sausage going while I fill the pan with water and get it on the stove to boil.

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