Page 116 of Worth Every Moment
She pops off. “Is it good? Do you like it?”
“Love it.” I let out an appreciative groan. “Don’t stop.”
She swallows me again, pumping with her hand at the same time. She slips to the tip, rolling her tongue over my dick like it’s a lollipop. She pulls long and hard, over and over again, and my hands twist into her hair as her tongue slops over my tip between each drag. If she keeps this up, I’ll lose it in record time.
As if sensing my approaching orgasm, she works me faster, and I jerk my hips towards her, fucking her mouth gently. “I’m gonna come,” I murmur. “Stop.”
She hums a ‘nuh-uh’ and shakes her head.
I’m gonna fill her mouth any second and she’s not quitting. “No, I can’t come, or no, you won’t stop?”
She pauses just long enough to say, “I want to taste you,” before she resumes, moaning again on my dick, making a sound that’s so heavy with desire that I know she’s enjoying this just as much as I am.
Pleasure sparks low in my hips, gathering in intensity before blasting through me as the suction drags my orgasm fromme. My back arches, white spots exploding in my vision. “Fuuuuuck,” I groan, as I unload into her mouth.
She keeps sucking right to the very end; until my dick is jumping in her mouth from the intensity of feeling. Aftershocks spark through me with each sweep of her tongue as she licks up every last drop of cum and swallows it down.
“How was that?” she asks, sitting back on her knees and looking at me, although I can tell she knows it was good.
I’m still panting for breath as the last of the pleasure trickles through me. “The best. You’re a natural.” She kisses the head of my dick again and I moan.
She wipes at her mouth. “I don’t know what I was expecting… but… it was okay.” She taps a finger on her lips. “Sort of like… oysters.”
Laughter bubbles up in me. “I like oysters.”
“You would,” she says. “All salty and slimy and raw.”
I drag a hand down my face as I splutter on a laugh. “Way to make a man feel good, Lefroy.”
She grins, kissing her way back up my chest, and whispers in my ear, “You’re my favourite flavour,” which might be the nicest fucking thing anyone has ever said to me. “I’d swallow your cum any time you want me to,” she adds, which makes me laugh again.
She nestles back against me on the bed, fitting herself right beneath my arm. I play with strands of her hair, twisting them around my fingers. As good as the blow job was, having her here beside me in bed feels better.The best.
“I love you,” I whisper.
She’s quiet a moment, then her eyes flash with something akin to guilt and she says, “Your father’s here. He arrived yesterday.”
The comment smashes the bliss filtering through me. I knew he was coming, but I’m not prepared. Her mentioning him, especially in response to me telling her I love her, feels like he’sstill here, wriggling his way into my bed.Again. Resentment filters into my blood like a toxin. “You saw him?”
“Yeah. He was pretty rude to me, actually. He was rude to all of us. He had some people with him who weren’t invited to the wedding. Made Kate promise to rearrange the seating plan.”
“Who were they?”
“Diana Marchetti and her father.”
“Diana?” I blurt the name before I can stop myself, and Erica pulls back, suspicion flitting in her gaze.
“Yeah. The woman you were looking at on your phone that time in the flat? Kate said her dad had something to do with the hotel business. Or development. Or… I can’t remember.”
Diana. Here? Now?This is no coincidence. My father’s mind doesn’t work like that. It’s all calculated. Every move, a shift on the chessboard. He’s trying to outplay me.
Well, fuck that.I’m going to find him and tell him I won’t do what he wants. I won’t marry her. I won’t lose Erica; not now. I’m done doing what my father wants.
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Ibang on the door to my father’s house. Once, twice. Three times.
