Page 21 of Property of Prowler
When he dove into her pussy tongue first, all thoughts of what he did and didn’t say, and what she needed to say, fled.
He tongue-fucked her to oblivion and back before crawling up her body and scooting them both up the bed.
Prowler licked his lips, lips she’d never kissed, like he’d just eaten the most decadent dessert, definitely not carob. “Have I told you lately how much I love your taste?”
Again, with the word she longed to hear, but applied to a part of her, not her as a whole.
“Once or twice.” She spoke a little more harshly than she should’ve as he rubbed the head of his cock against her clit.
If she took him into her body right then, she’d ninety-nine-point nine percent blurt out words of love too, but the kind that would have him ending everything. Not just the benefits part of their association, but likely everything. Hell, he’d probably pack up and move out of state.
Taylor had thought she was anti-relationship prior to meeting and fucking Prowler. He made her look like a commitment junkie compared to him. Prowler was to relationships as a vampire was to the sun.
Avoid and run.
Or so it had always seemed, but … no. She wouldn’t go there. She wouldn’t read into things and let hope taint the way she perceived everything from his words to the way he looked into her eyes. No. She was stretching, and that was why it had to end. She would go insane grasping at straws, taking the crumbs he dropped, and making them into something they weren’t, and it would destroy her.
Maybe if she’d ever had a single healthy relationship in her life, she could navigate the waters better, but she hadn’t. Apparently she was all in or all out. She couldn’t do casual. Since she was heading all in, she had to reverse course and go all out. The sadness was threatening to spill out, so she willed herself to take control of her emotions.
Wiggling her hips away from his probing cock, she pushed at his shoulders until he took the hint and rolled onto his back.
“Oh yeah, ride the shit out of me, babe. I love it when these tits are bouncing in my face.” He growled as he kneaded her heavy breasts. When he pinched one nipple to the border of pain, she almost gave in and put him inside her. She was still too emotionally raw for that just yet.
“How about I suck your dick until you’re ready to blow, then I let you fuck ’em?”
The instant shout of agreement that left his mouth practically rattled the walls. She knew how much he loved that.
Crawling down his body, she held the girls together and slid them up and down his length a few times to get him primed. The precum leaking from the head made the glide so much easier.
“Fuck, babe. Stop teasing me and put me in your mouth, or I’m taking over.”
He always took over blow jobs. He almost never let her control it from start to finish. He loved them too much for that, but she loved how she could make him lose all control.
Before swallowing his length, she licked down the vein to his balls, sucking one, then the other into her mouth first. His growl signaled his patience was at its end, so she released his ball with a soft pop and gripped him at the base.
“Now, Tay. Fuck.” Slamming his fists on the bed, his hips rocketed up the second her mouth closed around the head. She couldn’t take as much of him like this, and they both knew it. “Babe.”
Like a well-choreographed dance, she released him, and he jumped off the bed, pumping his dick impatiently as she positioned her head off the edge, elongating her throat.
No sooner had she opened her lips than he drove home. Pounding all seven inches in and out of her throat while rubbing his thumbs up and down the front of her neck in time with his thrusts.
Taylor only gagged a few times when his thrusts were faster than her swallowing. It was an art she’d perfected, thanks to, of all things, tips from an anesthesiologist student she’d hooked up with a few times.
“I’m about to blow, babe. Squeeze those tits for me.” She complied, and as soon as she did, he pulled out from her throat. His hands landing on top of hers, he enveloped his dick with her chest and fucked her tits.
With every retreat after a thrust forward, she licked and sucked whatever part of him her mouth could reach until he unloaded on her chest.
“Fuuuuuck.” He held the last plunge forward as his cock twitched against her overheated flesh. When he was spent, he bent at the waist, resting on the mattress next to her. Her head and his legs were still hanging off the edge of the bed.
Lazily, Prowler kissed the side of her hip before scooting up on the bed so only his toes hung off. “Come.” Using her feet planted against the mattress, she spun around so they were now lying in the same direction.
Prowler was in a post-coital-induced state. He looked blissed out lying face down, with his cheek smashed into the mattress. She turned to face him, so they were mere inches apart and just drank him in. From his full lips to the close-cropped beard that felt like heaven on her skin. His sun-bronzed skin and laugh lines spoke of his hardworking but fun nature.
Once she’d creeped on him enough, she reached for the sheet, but Prowler’s growl stopped her. Without opening his eyes, he reached for her breasts and torso, rubbing his cum into her skin. He rubbed and massaged until it was no longer slick. Eventually his hand slowed, then stilled.
“Love your mouth. Love your tits. Love—” Mumbling a list of her most beloved body parts against her skin was a slight stab to her heart.
He didn’t know that, and it wasn’t his fault, but she still didn’t want to hear it, so she interrupted him.
