Page 63 of Forgotten Dreams

“My package?” I bend to untie my boots before kicking them off and then tear off my T-shirt, tossing it into the basket in the corner. “What do you like about my package?”

She walks to me, holding both glasses of wine as she places them on the little table she has on the side of the bathtub where she has two rolled white towels. “I like the shape of it,” she says as I take my pants off, making my “package” spring free. She walks to me, standing in front of me naked. My hands are not able to stay by my sides and instead I grab her hips, her hands going to my cock. “I like that it’s the perfect size, even though sometimes it’s hard to walk the next day.” I smirk before I bend and take one of her nipples into my mouth. “I love that you are always, and I mean always, in the mood.” She moves her hand up and down.

“You act like you don’t want it as much as I want it.” I move to her other nipple.

“You want it more than I want it.” Her voice trails off after I bite down on the nipple and then suck it into my mouth.

“Get in the tub, baby,” I urge her as she steps away from me and lifts one foot into the tub and then the other. She moves over to the water, shutting it off before falling to her knees and then putting her back to the end of the tub. I walk over to her, standing behind her head, leaning down, and kissing her lips. My hand moves into the warm water running down the middle of her chest and to her pussy. Her legs automatically open for me as I slide my middle finger through and into her.

Her tongue moves faster when I add another finger. I move my fingers out of her and to her clit where I make small circles. “You’ve got a greedy pussy.” My lips hover over hers as I slide two fingers into her. Her tongue slides back into my mouth. “Every single time,” I say as her hips start to move up and down to meet my fingers.

“I am going to—” she starts to say but my mouth swallows her words. I know her body better than I know my own. I know what she wants when she wants it. What she needs when she needs it, and even how she needs it. I pick up the pace, her pussy getting tighter and tighter as I finger-fuck her.

Her hand moves over mine to her clit as she rubs it side to side. “There we go,” I tell her as she moans out her release. “Strangling my fingers,” I hiss out, not stopping to fuck her until she’s done, “going to strangle my cock soon.”

“Yeah,” she agrees, turning, and the water goes everywhere. My fingers slip out of her, and when I go to stand, she’s on her knees, one of her hands going to my cock to grip it and pulling it to her, while the other hand is on my hip. I watch her mouth swallow my cock, and I can’t help but close my eyes as I take in the heat from her mouth. She moves her mouth to the tip of my cock before taking more of it inside her. She moans as if she’s won her reward and not the other way around. “This is the cock I want.”

“Oh yeah.” I watch her lick the base of my cock all the way to the tip.

“I always get what I want,” she declares as she twirls her tongue around the tip, “and right now”—she looks up at me—“I want your cum dripping down my chin.” She takes me to the back of her throat. “So fuck my face.”

“Fuck, baby,” I hiss as my hands come up to hold her head, “got to give my baby what she wants. Open that throat, baby,” I urge as I push more of it to the back of her mouth, “and take me as far as you can go.” I move my hips back and then thrust up. “I’m not going to stop,” I tell her, pushing even more into her mouth. “Not even if you are gagging and choking on my cock. You are going to swallow it.” Her moans vibrate right through me as I fuck her face. I want it to last, but with her mouth on me and the way her hand is working my shaft, the way her eyes look up at me, it’s not as long as I want it. “Get that chin ready,” I order her as she lets go of my cock but keeps her mouth open for me to shoot my cum into her mouth. “Fuck,” I hiss, working with her hand on my shaft, as I aim for her face. She swallows what goes in her mouth until I’m done, and then she takes her hand and rubs the cum dripping on her chin, adding it to her mouth.

“It’s a shame to waste it,” she states, winking at me. I don’t know if she’s the one who jumps out of the tub or I grab her and pull her up, but the way I want to fuck her I’m not doing it in the tub. I take her over to the vanity, bending her over and rubbing my cock through her slit that is wet from when I made her come. She lifts one of her legs to give me better access to her. I slide into her, and she arches her back. “That feels good,” she moans, “always so fucking good.”

“Always so fucking good,” I repeat as we fuck in her bathroom. I fuck her as hard as I can, and she takes it. She takes it all every single time. “Every fucking time.”

Chapter 27

Sierra

I feel like someone is giving me the biggest bear hug I’ve ever gotten in my life. My eyes slowly drift open and I look at the semi-dark room. Light from outside starts to come in from the side of the curtain. I feel him right at my back as his body embraces mine.

His one arm is under the pillow while his other arm is wrapped around me, his hand holding my breast and making me smile. One leg tangled in the middle of my legs as his face is buried in my hair.

I take an extra second to bask in it before I slowly start to disengage myself and try not to wake him. By the time I finally slip out of bed, I feel like I’ve run a marathon because I’m panting hard. On my way to the bathroom on my tippy-toes, I grab his T-shirt he put on last night when we finally went downstairs to eat food after we fucked in the bathroom.

Sliding it over my head and then untucking my hair from the back of it, I go to the bathroom before walking over to the sink and washing my face. When I walk back to the bedroom, I find him still softly sleeping, and I take a second to watch him. He’s, without a doubt, the best man I know. It’s also, without a doubt, when I realize what I feel for him isn’t some sort of crush. It’s the real fucking deal. The minute my mind realizes what my heart is thinking, my stomach drops, and my hands start to get sweaty. I feel almost sick thinking about the fact I fell in love with him so quickly. Fuck, I love him.

I put my hand to my stomach, turning and making my way out of the bedroom and downstairs. They finished the stairs this week, and they’re more beautiful than I thought they would be. They stained each step in the garage and then just put them in. I look over at the empty living room, seeing all the built-in custom shelves Theo made me, and I’m still in awe. All my furniture is coming today, and I could not be more excited.

The house is finally going to be my home. I take a deep breath before turning and walking toward the kitchen. Turning the lights on, I go over and start the pot of coffee. I went all out on the most beautiful coffee maker that grinds up the beans right before it makes the coffee. I press the button for my latte before walking over and grabbing the milk. Pouring it in the milk frother, I then press the middle button to get it warmed up before I put it back and decide to start making Caleb breakfast.

I snatch up the bacon and then the sausage, putting it on the island before going to the oven and opening the bottom drawer to grab one of the baking dishes. I work peeling the potatoes, then slice and place them on the parchment paper, my mind trying not to think about what is going to happen once this is all over.

Where is this going to leave us? He moved in here to take care of me, but when I find out who my parents are, is he just going to go back to his house? Will we even see each other daily? The thought of not waking with him in the morning and not going to bed with him at night is something I don’t want to think about, yet it’s the only thing I can think about.

I take a sip of my coffee before I start on the pancakes, opting to make regular and blueberry. I’m at the stove, pouring the batter in the pan, while the smell of bacon is now filling the kitchen, when I hear footsteps coming toward me and smile softly to myself.

I hear him right before I feel his arm wrap around my stomach, and he buries his face in my neck, inhaling deeply. “You snuck out of bed,” he accuses me, his voice still heavy in sleep.

“I did,” I confirm. “Thought I was training for the American Gladiator contest to get out of your grip, though.” I take my hand with the spatula and flip the pancake.

“You could have woken me up.” He kisses my neck gently, pressing me tighter to him. “We could have made breakfast together.”

“I wanted to do it for you. Start the day with romance. I was even thinking of bringing you breakfast in bed to show you how romantic I can be.”

He snorts before his head moves from my neck. “You are lying right now.”

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