Page 101 of Broken Dreams
“Cock. Say it. You like my cock.”
She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and then sighs. “You really want me to say it?”
“I really fucking do.”
“I like your cock.”
“What did you like about it?”
“Grady!” She tries to roll off me, but my arms tighten, keeping her right there.
She seems to struggle with the talking part, and I’m going to break her of it. “I want to know, Addy. Did you like when my cock was in your mouth or inside your cunt? Did you like stroking it or maybe you like them all?”
Her cheeks redden and it’s so damn adorable. “I liked everything about your cock.”
“Good because my cock feels the same, dove.”
I slide the tips of my fingers up and down her back, hoping to soothe her as I make her uncomfortable at the same time.
“Why do you call me dove?”
“Because doves are precious, beautiful, innocent, and calming. They symbolize grace and beauty and inner peace. When I look at you, Addy, I see only that.”
She smiles. “That’s sweet.”
“I can be sweet.”
“I guess so.”
I tickle her for that comment. “Let’s get some sleep while we can.”
“What do you mean while we can? I’m not even tired now.”
I grin and flip her on her back, growing hard again. “No?”
She shakes her head. “Nope.”
“Good. Because my mouth, fingers, and cock are nowhere near done with you tonight. Let’s see if we can go for three.”
* * *
I walk her up the stairs to her house, our fingers entwined, both of us with ridiculous smiles on our faces.
“Will you come over later?” she asks.
“I need to do some things first and read to Jett.”
“I know, I meanlater, later.”
I laugh once, gently pulling her closer and softly kissing her. “You’re going to make me obsessed with you.”
“If it leads to more nights and mornings like last night, well, I can’t say I’ll mind.”
Last night was one of the best nights I’ve ever had. Four times we had sex, and each time was better than the last. Each one fucking with my head as I tried to negotiate some kind of relationship where we continue doing this at least because...that would be perfect.
Addison and I can continue to hook up and when she finds someone, then we can stop. Because really, why not?
We’re both single, consenting adults who like each other and have really fucking good sex. Two people who care about each other, but there are no strings or requirements. I want to say all this, but we’re both worn out and as much as I want to come over here tonight, I have things I need to do on the farm.
