Page 24 of Two Weddings and a Shoot Out

“I love what we do, but you deserve so much more, and frankly, I missed tasting you and seeing your eyes glaze over. So let’s lay you back on the bed and let me get started.”

He laid her on the bed because dropping her might look fun in the movies, but he and Hope were both older and didn’t need to be dropped anywhere. He stared at the gorgeous woman lying on the bed with her top off and her breasts in a lacy bra. Her short gray hair fit the no-nonsense woman she was.

He unbuckled her belt, popped the button, and slid the zipper down, then grasped the jeans and her panties and tugged them down her legs. He grinned at each inch he planned on tasting. Hope’s nipples hardened behind the lace.

He tossed the jeans over to the chair, then lifted her legs apart and knelt between them.

“Now, that’s a pretty pussy that looks all wet for me. Where should I start first?” he said, leaning down close to her, pressing a kiss to her right knee, then her left and each thigh.

Hope’s hand slid down, and she tapped above her clit. “Umm, right here is my first choice.”

He chuckled and laid down, sliding his fingers around her clit and down, dipping inside her a little before making circles around her nub.

“Locks, I ache for you,” she groaned.

He breathed deep of Hope’s scent, then set about pleasing his woman. He licked and sucked until she was writhing and groaning, grabbing his head and directing his mouth where she needed it most.

He slid his finger inside her, rubbing that spot that would have her coming quickly because eating his woman’s pussy had him hard as steel in his jeans and ready to come. He might need a little cool-down time.

“Oh, fuck, Locks, I’m so close,” she moaned.

Locks doubled down on his efforts and felt her pussy walls clench at the same time her body bowed, and she screamed as she came, her body shaking. He kissed her pussy, then crawled up her body, pulling her onto his shoulder and holding her.

He ran his fingers through her hair as she laid against him. They’d been having sex for months, but tonight felt different. He was pledging himself to her with each touch and taste.

Her hand traveled down his chest, ruffling his hair, then she cupped his hard cock through his jeans.

“It seems like we need to take care of this condition, Mr. Franks. I’ve heard it can be painful if left in its current state,” she said, giggling.

“It can, but I don’t think we’ll have that issue,” he said.

Her hands finished unzipping his jeans. She leaned up and wrestled his jeans and underwear past his thighs. Grasping his hard cock, she ran her hand up and down it a couple of times. He put his hand on hers.

“If you keep doing that, then I’m going to come before I get inside you,” he said.

“We both know for a man in his seventies, you recuperate plenty fast for me. It’s only fair that I do something different since you did. Lay back and let me have my way with you,” she said.

He nodded and then just let himself feel. He groaned at how quickly her hand sliding up and down his cock had his release building.

“Hope,” he moaned, watching her pleasure him. She winked at him, then leaned over and fucking engulfed his dick to the root in one go.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he said, trying to hold on as she used her tongue and lips as she pulled up, then took him deep again.

His spine tingled, and he knew he needed to just let go and enjoy it. There wasn’t any way he was making this last longer with her hot, wet mouth deep-throating him and that little swirl she was doing with her tongue on the underside of his dick as she came back up. He grasped her hair and let the whirlwind wash over him, coming in her mouth as she took him deep again and swallowed.

Chapter Sixteen

HopewaslyingbesideLocks, watching the clock. They needed to be in the shower in about twenty minutes, then on to set up for the day’s events and the wedding before the Poker Run. It was going to be a busy day, but she was starting it off right. She’d been lying there, getting wetter and wetter, replaying the night before.

She’d mistakenly assumed that after she’d blown her man’s mind, they’d sleep until morning and then have a quickie before the day’s festivities. They had fallen asleep for a couple of hours, but Locks had woken her with his lips on her nipples and his fingers rubbing her clit. She’d welcomed him with her open legs when he’d finally given in to her pleas to fuck her. At least this time, when she dropped her panties, she’d known it was with the man who had promised forever.

Hope’s head was on Locks’ shoulder, and her leg was slung over his thigh. She shifted it a little to nudge his cock to see what she was working with this morning. The nudge had Locksmaking a noise in his throat. From the stiffness she found, she wondered if he was dreaming about her.

She trailed her lips across his chest as her hand found his cock under the covers. Hmmm, semi-hard, she could work with that. She slid her thumb over the wetness on his crown and rubbed it around. Locks’ hips moved, thrusting his cock up.

She was so freaking glad that they didn’t need to worry about not making babies, and they were exclusive because she didn’t want anything between them. Locks’ hot, hard cock was all she needed to assuage the ache that had only grown the longer she daydreamed about him.

She slid the sheet off him and kissed the crown of his cock before sliding a leg over him. Straddling his thighs while jacking his cock, she waited for him to open his eyes.

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