Page 88 of The Snuggle is Real
I grabbed a handful of his sweater and tugged him down until I could brush my lips along his ear. “I like it.”
He shivered. “Good.”
“Maybe you should get out of that sweater again. It really is ugly.”
Pepper squirmed between us, excited by all action. Ford drew back enough to yank the sweater over his head, leaving him in only a pair of blue jeans, and holy hell, that was a good look for him. His chest was broad and covered in a layer of dark hair. Combined with big shoulders and bulky biceps, he was the stuff of lumberjack fantasies.
I licked my lips as I drank him in. “Has Pepper gone out?”
“I took him before you woke. Put some kibble in his bowl too.”
“Perfect. He has a toy in the corner.” I pointed to a green elf. “Toss that into the hall so he’ll give us a little privacy.”
Ford crossed the room and picked up the toy, squeaking it twice. Pepper shot off the bed with a huff of excitement. Ford went to the doorway. “Want your toy?” He waggled and squeaked it, then threw it down the hall. “Go get it!”
Pepper darted out the doorway and Ford shut the door. “That won’t make him happy for long.”
“Then I guess we better hurry.”
I set aside the coffee and flipped back the bedding. I was a little nervous to be baring my very male body in a room washedin sunlight. This was far more exposing than last night, when we’d undressed in the dark, too caught up in a lust haze to reallythink.
Ford came to the bed, eyes locked on me. My skin heated under his gaze, my nipples and cock growing hard even as a blush spread across my chest.
Ford brushed a thumb over my left nipple, making me arch slightly. “Damn,” he whispered. “You’re so sexy like this.”
“Yeah?” I bit my lower lip, looking up at him through my lashes. “So why are your pants still on?”
Ford whipped off his jeans with gratifying speed and crawled into bed with me. He cupped my face, kissing me without any concern for morning breath. He tasted of the same hazelnut coffee he’d brought to me. I sucked it from his tongue, and he groaned.
“I have to get Charlie soon.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist and surged up, rubbing my cock along his, and he shuddered. “Mm. So you want to stop?”
“No,” he growled, kissing me again and rutting against me. Without lube, there was too much friction to get off. But his strength and weight pinning me to the bed was really doing it for me. Only one thing would make it better.
“Then bring your delicious dick up here. I’ll suck you off so quick your head spins.”
“Y-you mean?—”
He levered up on his knees uncertainly.
“Yeah.” I tugged him forward, encouraging him to straddle my shoulders and bring his thick cockhead to my lips.
I flicked my tongue out, tasting the tip, and he jolted. “Fuck. Those lips…”
“You haven’t seen anything yet.”
I sucked in his spongy cockhead, swirling my tongue, getting him nice and slippery inch by inch. I didn’t swallow him straight down—no, that wasn’t the trick. The trick was to work him up so much that when I did take him deep, he’d blow like a stick of dynamite.
His dick stretched my lips, making us both moan. He filled my mouth so full, making my hole ache with jealousy. I wasn’t ready to take him again. I hadn’t had sex in a while, and I could still feel the ache of him inside me. Maybe by tonight…
The thought made my cock ache, and I whimpered with need.
“God. Can I…” His hips shifted forward, pushing deeper.
I relaxed my throat. Now was the time. I grabbed his ass and pulled him in, deeper, until that mushroom head nudged into my throat. Then I swallowed.
“Ah, fuck!” Ford threw his head back, baring his strong throat, Adam’s apple bobbing as his cock pulsed on my tongue.
