Page 107 of Saddled in Secrets
Iwake early the next morning—full of energy and anticipation. A sideways glance confirms that Colton is still asleep. It’s rare to see him at rest. After rolling to my side, I watch him in the muted sunlight streaking through the curtains.
A slow smile curls my lips as his chest rises and falls at a lazy pace. My extremely considerate boyfriend is constantly surprising me with thoughtful gestures. I recently discovered an important date he’s been keeping a secret and I’m ready to celebrate it.
In a sly motion, I duck under the blanket and kneel between Colton’s spread thighs. It’s dark but my eyes are on the prize. My fingers peel his boxer briefs down until his pierced penis is set free. He’s already hard, which makes my job easier.
A salty burst of precum greets me on the first lick. I swirl my tongue around his flared crown that’s bejeweled like the king he is. His cock jerks and he groans, but that’s the extent of his response. Maybe he’s dreaming about me. That has me grinning on the initial descent.
My mouth stretches around his length as I retreat and swallow him to the root again. I wrap my fingers around his base while setting a steady rhythm. Other than a few strangled sounds, Colton doesn’t stir. For a guy who’s constantly alert and aware of his surroundings, he sleeps like a statue. It takes me fondling his balls to rouse him. His body turns into stone as awareness surfaces.
“Princess?” His groggy voice is extra deep.
I spit out his dick and rip the covers off us. “Were you expecting someone else?”
A drowsy smirk humors my attitude.From hooded eyes, he feasts on the sight of me in a black lace bra and matching thong. “Nah, just love it when you’re feisty.”
My grip on his dick tightens, earning me a grunt. “Happy birthday.”
He goes still. “How’d you find out?”
“Your driver’s license.” My bland tone suggests he should thump his forehead.
“Wasn’t keepin’ it from you. Nobody has ever cared enough to ask.”
For probably the hundredth time, I have the urge to smack his father with a riding crop. “That’s painful history, Stalker. We’re moving forward. Birthdays matter from now on. Any other occasion you want to celebrate does too.”
The cocky smirk returns as he tucks his arms behind his head. “Is this my present?”
“One of them.”
“Must’ve been on the nice list this year.”
I wag a finger that’s not idly stroking his cock. “This is the day before Halloween. Not Christmas.”
Colton thrusts into my grip. “Trick or treat, baby girl?”
“That’s up to you. Where do you want to come?”
His focus scatters like a kid in a candy store.
I decide to take it easy on him. After ditching my bra, I squeeze my boobs between my arms. “Tits?”
His breathing accelerates as a practiced shimmy removes my thong.
My hips tilt forward. “Pussy?”
There’s a demanding throb in his dick. But I’m not done.
A smack from my lips is next. “Mouth?”
Colton’s gaze shifts rapidly between the choices.
Just for fun, I end on a seductive wiggle. “Or maybe…?”
He’s practically drooling as I trail off on the last option. “Or what?”
“I’m willing to consider anal, birthday boy.”
His eyes bulge. “Your father is somewhere in this massive house.”
