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Okay, the sight of his cum-drizzled six-pack sure increased the sexiness, too.
I wanted him in my mouth so bad.
I didn't just want to blow him, though—I wanted to blow his mind.
I gave Shea everything I had. I worshiped his every inch, letting his sounds of pleasure guide me. Slower, deeper, faster—Shea's gritty, raspy groans told me exactly how he wanted it.
He was an easy man to please. And it wasn't long before his sounds grew louder and more urgent, and his cock swelled impossibly firm in my mouth, and I knew what was coming.
The first shot of his cum, warm and velvety and rich like cream, hit the roof of my throat. I swallowed his salty-sweetness, accepting him,allof him, into my body.
***
My head, resting on Shea's great chest, rose and fell with his breath. Panting for air, Shea was still in shock over the blowjob he'd just received. Between breaths, he blurted out his surprise:
“Oh my God, Brynn.”
“That was incredible.”
“And you swallowed, too. Whoa.”
I could still taste him in the lining of my cheeks. I sucked and licked at my cheeks, indulging in my salty reward.
“I'm glad you enjoyed it,” I said.
We laid in his bed together, basking in bliss.
Eventually, Shea caught his breath. He rolled onto his side and kissed me, long, deep, and hot. With a whimper, I kissed him back. Our tongues touched and twisted together, and it wasn't long before a pressure began to poke against my thighs. Shea's thick cock slithered between my thighs.
“Brynn,” he growled hungrily. “I want you.”
“I know,” I said, clamping my thighs shut on his manhood. “But we need to be careful.”
“About what?” he asked.
The tips of my fingers traced the coarse outline of his jaw. “You. Me. The kids. Everything.”
“So … you want to take things slow?”
“Is that okay?” I asked in a moment of vulnerability. “At least until we get this whole nanny situation sorted out. I don't want to be sneaking around the house, sleeping with you behind the kids' backs. That's just asking for more trouble.”
He nodded. “You're right. That's a bad idea. We'll wait.”
I grabbed the back of his head and mashed my mouth into his.
“Thank you for understanding.”
“Of course.” He kissed me again. “So no sleeping together until you move out. Is that right?”
With his thick finger, he drew half-circles on my belly. I waskeenlyaware that, with each circle, his hands moved suspiciously lower—and my insides began to long for him, aching and throbbing in agony. As far as my pussy was concerned, I wanted himnow.
But I had to stay strong.
“Th-that's right,” I croaked.
“That's going to be tough,” Shea said playfully. “But we can still do otherthings, right? Because, hey, you just sucked me off. It's only fair for me to pay you back.”
His giant hand crept past my navel and burrowed under the waistband of my jeans.
