Page 22 of The Pursuit of Her Happiness

“You two taking off?”

“Yes. Thank you for welcoming me into your home.”

“You’re welcome anytime.” I approach to shake his hand, but he stands and hugs me. The Walkers are huggers. And I’m here for it. “Treat him well.”

“I will.”

“Next time, I expect you to bring your boys with you. Kylie and I are anxious to spoil some grandchildren.”

I throw my hands out, exasperated and happy, “Geez! Second date, people! This is only our second date!”

Polk 11.

“Fuckin’ hell, woman, your mouth is pure sin.” I drive my tongue back into her mouth before she can respond. Every whimper, every graze of her tongue, every flex of her fingers in my hair…I’ve never been so close to cumming in my pants.

I plant my palms against her screen door we’re pressed against. I barely made it to her porch before I mauled her like an animal. Something about seeing her with my folks, knowing I’ll be reintroducing her as my woman to my club brothers soon drove me insane. Having her tits pressed against my back, her hands wandering along my abs and chest didn’t help any. My whole noble idea that I’d wait to be intimate with her to show her how much she means to me is very quickly becoming one of the dumbest ideas I’ve ever had.

She belongs to me. I’ve known for more than a year; I was just waiting for her to see that Ford wasn’t right for her. I didn’t anticipate her jumping into the dating pool so quickly. I was scared shitless I might have missed my chance until she started entertaining everyone with tales of dates gone bad. Objectively, they were hilarious, except it was my woman out with other men that weren’t me. I could see her spark diminish with each failed outing. I’d like to think I would have stepped in soon, but I’m man enough to admit that it was Stacy who finally convinced me to act. And not a moment too soon.

“Bently,” she moans my name into my mouth, her leg hitching up around my hip, grinding her hot fucking center against my steel rod.

“Invite me in, darlin’.” Fuck waiting. I can drive her insane with pleasure, but I don’t have to take any for myself. I think. In theory, anyway.

“Thank God!” Fast as lightning, she spins around, opens the screen door, unlocks her front door and throws it open.

She walks backward into her house, her kiss-swollen lips stretched into a sultry smile. I lick my own lips, bringing my thumb to my mouth to rub against them as I think over what I want to do to her.

“Strip,” I command. Her breath hitches, but her smile widens as her eyes grow heavy lidded. Quinn slowly toes off her shoes, then she slides her finger under her ankle sock. “Those stay.” I love ankle socks, and they are fucking sexy as hell on her. Her laugh is husky as she obeys, quickly moving her hands to the button and zipper of her jeans. The sound of the zipper teeth opening has my cock jumping in my pants, eager to sniff out and explore his new home. She shimmies out of her jeans, her briefs dragging a laugh from deep in my chest. “Clueless. Big fan of Cher Horowitz?”

She rolls her eyes playfully, her fingers dancing along the hem of her shirt. “As if. Females watch that movie for two reasons; her epic closet and Paul Rudd.”

“I’ll build you that closet.” Stunned, her hands drop to her sides, her eyes widen.

“You…you would?”

“I’d do anything for you, darlin’. Besides, I watchedCluelessfor the same two reasons.” I can’t stand the distance betweenus anymore, when she laughs, truly gives herself over to the joy of it, my entire body feels engulfed in flames. Burning need coursing through my veins. She stops laughing quickly when I rip her shirt off over her head. I stumble back a step when her bra-encased tits pop out, the deep cleavage threatening my sanity. The soft belly, and porcelain skin push me over the edge. I pull the straps of her bra down roughly, the cups folding underneath her tits, exposing thick nipples with large areolas in the prettiest berry shade. Saliva pools in my mouth, my tongue twitching as I stare at them.

She shifts on her feet, her thick thighs rubbing together, a blush rushing up her chest and neck to her face. Stepping up to her again, I grip the sides of her panties and pull, but she dances out of reach before I can tear them off.

“I love these, don’t you dare!” She scowls even as she pushes them down her legs and kicks them to the side. Fingers to her sternum, I press until she falls onto the couch behind her. I drop to my knees in front of her, wrap my hands around her soft thighs and push them wide and up. Her feet rest on the edge of the couch and she is completely exposed to me.

“My God,” I murmur, my eyes darting over every inch of perfect flesh. Tits. Socked feet. Pussy lips a few shades darker than her nipples. Trim pubic hair. Fat, juicy clit poking out begging for my mouth.

“B-b-Bentley?” My eyes snap to her at the hesitancy and fear that causes her voice to tremble. I can’t form words right now, and she needs reassurance. Pressing closer to her, I smile rakishly at her, keeping eye contact as my lips close around her left nipple. “Oh!” Her hands flail at her sides when I start a slow suckle. My hand skates down her soft body, finding her center sopping wet. Groaning, I latch onto her right nipple as I circle her opening then use her juices to tease her clit. It throbs between my fingers.I bat her nipple with my tongue, so fucking happy when her right hand runs along my head to hold me in place, her left hand on the couch using it as leverage to thrust her pussy into my exploring hand.

Her body trembles, I can feel her heart pound in her chest, her breathing fast and shallow. Not wanting to miss her climax, I release her nipple, wrap my hands around her thighs again, and yank her to the edge of the couch. I bury my face between her legs, torturing her with my lips and tongue and teeth until she’s gushing into my mouth, screaming to the heavens. My name. She screams my name, and I’ve never experienced anything more erotic and satisfying.

Although, the next two orgasms I force out of her are damn good.

Something must snap inside her, because I’ve barely sat back on my heels to wipe my mouth and relish in her pleasure, when she launches off the couch with a growl, shoves me to the floor and fights my pants to mid-thigh. I hiss the moment my aching cock is kissed by the cool air of her house. I do some screaming of my own as she swallows my cock whole, the suction of her mouth should be illegal. One hand slides under my shirt to tease my nipples, the other moves beneath my balls and presses gently against my taint. And I’ve never cum faster or more completely than I do emptying down her hot, tight throat.

With a happy sigh, she collapses with her head against my thigh, her ass high in the air. So tempting…I force myself to stay still, basking in the afterglow of incredible climaxes. Slowly, she glides up my body until her lips find mine for a slow, sensual kiss. Wrapping my arms around her body, I situate her so she’s laying on me, my hands finding her ass. It’s a nice ass.

We kiss and breathe one another in for who knows how long. I don’t want to move, never want to leave, but I know I have to. Aside from having Church tonight, I know if I stay I’ll fuck her. Repeatedly. And something tells me that it’s too soon. She’s still apprehensive. Not about me, per se, but the speed of our relationship. And it is a relationship. It’s THE relationship. Be all, end all. But she’s confused, scared, and nervous. I can wait; she is worth every second.

She sighs, her breath ghosting across my neck. “You have to leave, don’t you?”

“I do, darlin’.”

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