Page 26 of The Inkslinger

Epilogue

Happy Birthday

Laine

It’s my woman’s birthday. The big three oh. It has been a little over two weeks since Derick was arrested after trying to kill Hailey. I almost lost her, and it has brought clarity to what I want from the rest of my life.

I want to take her out to the nicest restaurant in town and get down on one knee. I want to ask her to be my wife, to spend the rest of her life letting me love her, fuck her, and make her happy. But my woman has other thoughts.

We are still in the garage that sits beside the house she bought. I haven’t even gotten the engine on her muscle car started yet because she took it upon herself to suck the life out of me through my dick.

Hailey is leaned over the gear shifter, deep-throating me like her fucking life depends on it. She is the first woman to take eight and a half inches all the way to the back of her throat even though she did gag a few times.

I thread my fingers through the fire-engine red hair she took an hour to meticulously curl so I can manipulate her movements. If she keeps sucking like she is, I’m bound to blow in the next sixty seconds. A growling sound escapes her as I slowly lift her off my cock and I can’t help but chuckle.

“Do you want my fat cock, babe?” My voice is deeper than usual, pleasure holding me hostage. “You suck me so fucking good.”

I allow her to slide her mouth down my length once more as I grind my teeth, fighting against the pleasures. Her left hand cups my balls and my hips shoot up from the seat of their own accord, pushing my length deeper. Hailey hums around my hardness and I swear I go cross-eyed.

“Fuck, babe,” I curse harshly. “Your mouth is perfection.”

I feel her index finger move across my taint and even though we have never discussed this, I let her play. I’ve never had a woman do these things to me but I’m open to trying.

But as suddenly as she accosted me, she stops, letting my wet cock fall from her lips.

“Tell me to stop if you’re uncomfortable,” she says.

“That’s my line, babe.”

She smiles at me before pushing her hand beneath her dress. I hear the wetness of her pussy as she touches herself and I actually growl.

“If you want to play with your pussy, you had better let me watch,” I demand.

She doesn’t disappoint, flipping the fabric out of the way. Kneeling on the leather of the passenger seat, I can see her bare pussy as she pushes two fingers in and out of her channel making delicious squelching sounds. I wrap my hand around my cock and match her tempo as I watch but she isn’t done with me yet.

She leans forward, her tits all but falling out of the low neckline of the pretty white dress she wore for our date, and takes my length back into her mouth. Her hand continues to work her pussy, and I want to complain that I can’t see, but I’m too lost to the haze of pleasure she is creating.

And then her index finger is back on my taint, running back toward my asshole. I tense even though I didn’t want to, but this is taboo to me, to most men I know, and I couldn’t help the reaction. Hailey sucks harshly on the crown of my cock before scoring lightly with her teeth.

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