Page 66 of Slow Burn
I close my mouth around his silky length, both of us moaning as his salty taste hits my tongue. I wrap one hand around the base, my tongue swirling around the sensitive head as I pump him slowly. Levi tunnels his fingers into my hair as his hips start moving.
“Goddamn. So Goddamn beautiful with my cock down your throat. So beautiful. Take it all, baby. Take me all the way.” I do as he commands, swallowing as much of his hard length as I can, choking more than once.
Levi starts thrusting his hips, grunting those sexy noises that make me crazy. Watching him turn so carnal, because of me, for me, it makes me so wet I can barely stand it. Levi somehow realizes because he slips out of my mouth with a pop. Before I can argue, I am on all fours beside him, ass in the air, his hands tearing at my leggings.
“Levi! Baby be careful! Your...oh fuck!” I moan, fists clutching at the plush couch as he spreads his fingers over my wetness, guiding my mouth back to his cock.
“Quiet. Fuck you're dripping wet, baby. Sucking my cock makes you so hot. I fucking love it. That's it. Fuck my hand while you suck me. Jesus.” Levi thrusts three fingers deep inside me as his thumb swirls hard, furious circles around my clit. I begin bucking my hips, matching my rhythm to his as he thrusts his cock into my mouth.
I pump my hands, licking his balls with long, furious strokes as I take him as deep as I can. He is pumping slow and hard, that thumb strumming magic on my clit. When he hits that wall, working the flat of his fingers against it, I come undone, shuddering in his lap.
“Oh shit. Oh...Levi...fuck baby.” I moan nonsense and tell him I love him as I come hard, seeing the stars he always gives me.
I pick up the pace, pumping his dick faster, taking him deeper, wanting to give him the same. I feel it right before it happens. Feel the tingle shoot up his thickness, erupting into sweet saltiness on my tongue. I swallow it down, already wet again. Levi groans deep and throaty, his fingers sliding out of my wetness in crude echo.
We're both breathless as I collapse against him. Levi grunts in pain and I shoot up onto my knees. We share a look and burst into laughter as I teasingly wipe at my mouth. Levi sucks his fingers into his mouth and my laughter dies as I grow hot all over once again.
“Goddamn I love how you taste. Like fresh strawberries.” Velvety warmth, his sex voice and I shudder as it washes over me.
“Never behave.” I tease as I sink in carefully beside him to snuggle close.
“Never will, either. Hey, Brynn,” Levi lifts the shoulder I cautiously laid my head out, “Welcome home my queen.” I twist my head and kiss him hard, and deep, not letting up till he grunts in pain.
“Welcome back home, my king.”
LEVI
Awesome blow jobs on the daily could never get old. Making my girl come as best I can while she's giving them ain't half bad, either. What I want is to get back between her legs, go back home where I belong, deep inside her. Brynn is being too cautious with me, though. I've had about enough of it.
Four days back home and I haven't fucked my girl once. I have fingered her to at least twelve orgasms. Brynn has swallowed enough of my come I doubt she's hungry. She's also let me paint her perfect tits, and once her face, with it, but it's just not the same.
I am letting her play nurse because first, it’s hot as fuck. Brynn waits on me hand and foot, in panties and my t-shirts and nothing else. Feeds me my favorite meals, lets me have way more beers than she ever did before and we've watched every baseball game she can find. The second reason? Between sucking my dick and taking care of me, Brynn has been moving in.
“Can I put this here?” Brynn asked as she adjusted her framed degree on a bookshelf in the living room.
I don't care where she puts her stuff. All I care is that it'shere. Her degree beside my Firefighting and EMT certifications. Her dirty romance books next to my battered copies of S.E. Hinton novels. Her pretty, sexy dresses and skirts next to my basic jeans and t-shirts. Piece by piece, she is building this castle, making it our home.
“Course you can, honey. I know where that can go, too.” I point towards her plump ass from my perch in my favorite chair.
“Har. Har.” Brynn giggles though, shaking her ass a little and I groan.
Yesterday we found out I'm getting some kind of silly award for what happened at the fire. Not that I think saving a tiny baby and a young mother is silly. Just think it's my job and I don't deserve an award for fucking it up. Hunter is the one who got them out of there. Brynn is making room next to her honors awards to ready a spot for it.
“Come here, honey. Give me something.” I wave her over, emptying my beer as I lean forward to scoop the mail up.
Brynn obeys, lowering her top half to give me a kiss. I drop the mail in my lap and try to tug her down, but she braces her hands on the arms of the chair. I hook an arm around her waist, as she stands away from my bad leg, trying to tug.
“Give me something more.” I growl, licking her sweet lips and tugging still.
“Not. Yet. Doctor said a few weeks before strenuous activity.”
I swat her ass, leaning forward and biting it as she heads back to her task. I watch her shake it for me, adjusting my aching cock as I rip open the first piece of mail. I skim it for just a second before focusing and reading it again. And again.
Mine. Mine. Just like I thought. Amelia is mine.
My DNA results are back a lot slower than Stiles' slutty pathologist promised. But they're here. And they tell me what I already know. Amelia is mine. My flesh and blood. I close my eyes and let that sink in before I immediately launch into the plan I formed when I first sent those results out.
“Brynn. Come here, honey.” Brynn lets out a playful sound of annoyance, but crosses back towards me.
