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He shuddered and grabbed the edge of the vanity. “That was my goal,” he admitted.

“I never had sex like that again. I told myself it was a fluke.” She tipped her head back. “You made me come.”

He sucked in a breath. Had no one else ever made her come? “Baby…” He cupped her face.

“I need you inside me. I need your mouth on me. I need…” She dropped her gaze, grabbed his hips, and wrapped her lips around his cock.

He moaned and arched forward, gripping the vanity hard.Jesus, fuck.

She sucked him in deep, moaning around his shaft. His knees threatened to buckle. “Lyla…”

He grabbed her shoulders. “Baby girl, you have to stop. I’m going to come.”

She shook him off and gripped the base of his cock with one small hand, bobbing up and down, driving him out of his mind in seconds. He couldn’t stop her. He didn’t have the energy. He’d already told her he was going to come. Obviously, that wasn’t a deterrent.

His balls drew up, and he tipped his head back before he finally stopped fighting the need and screamed out his release.

Lyla swallowed every drop, moaning around his shaft. When he was fully spent, she finally released him with a pop and looked up at him. “That was so hot.”

He groaned. “Baby girl, that’s my line.”

She rose to her feet. “Maybe we should move to the bed?”

CHAPTER

SIXTEEN

Lyla watched as Rock removed the rest of his clothes and dropped them in the hamper. Her breath hitched as she got her first look at his totally naked body.

Damn, he was sexy. They were both older, but Rock looked even sexier now than he had four decades ago. He was fit and ripped. She knew he’d had a heart attack, but apparently he’d taken damn fine care of himself since then.

He grabbed her around the waist and backed her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. “We’re going to need a bigger house,” he muttered.

“Why?” She liked his house. It was cozy and welcoming. What more did they need?

Holy hell, why was she thinking as though she was definitely staying? She was in a dream. Nothing seemed real. Maybe none of this had happened and she was still sleeping at the motel on the night she’d arrived, wishful thinking filling her head.

“I don’t like the look on your face, Baby girl,” Rock growled as the back of her legs hit the mattress. He cupped her face. “What’s going on in your pretty head, Little Lyla?”

She threaded her fingers in his hair at the back of his head. It was gray, but it was still thick and soft. “I’m struggling to believe this is real,” she whispered.

He kissed her. “It’s real.” He kissed her again, this time behind her ear. “This is also real.” He lowered his head to kiss one of her nipples. “And this.”

Her breath hitched when he lifted her by the hips and sat her on the bed, encouraging her to lie back. He grabbed her knees, pushed her legs open, and bent to kiss her pussy. “And this… Mmmm… This is very fucking real.”

She fisted the sheets at her sides, arching her chest and moaning when he lowered his face again and sucked her clit.

Yes. Oh, God, yes. This… She remembered this. It had not changed. The fireworks between them were just as real as they had been when she’d been eighteen.

Over the years, she’d decided she’d surely embellished their hours together. That night couldn’t have been as amazing as she remembered it. But now… Now that his mouth was on her again, she realized, if anything, she’d downplayed their time together.

He thrust his tongue into her channel and then lapped at her clit, holding her legs wide the entire time.

She stopped breathing, unable to focus on anything but the feel of his lips on her skin, the way he grazed his teeth lightly over her clit, his thumbs holding her pussy open, his breath hitting her sensitive parts, his nose nuzzling her, the purring sound coming from him vibrating through her body.

Suddenly, he released one of her legs and thrust a finger into her. “Fuck, you’re tight, Little Lyla. Come, Baby girl. Come on Daddy’s finger. I want to feel your cunt clench around me.”

His words were so dirty that she couldn’t stop herself. Her orgasm rushed to the surface, taking over her body and sending waves of pulses to her pussy.

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