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“Yours and mine. That okay?”
And right beside his name on the deed was my name.
To show my gratitude, I dropped to my knees, unbuckled his jeans, unsnapped them, and pulled his cock out.
And when I wrapped my lips around the tip, his hand came to my hair, and he moaned as I sucked him deep.
I brought my hand up and wrapped my fingers around his massive length.
Then in tandem with my tongue, I worked his cock.
“Don’t want to swallow, pull away now, baby.” He rasped.
Pull away?
Not have all of him?
I didn’t fucking think so.
He caught it. Knew I wasn’t going to pull away.
And then... when his cock swelled in my mouth, I grinned and swallowed every last drop of cum.
Moaning at the taste that was all him.
***
That night... as we curled up in bed, he alleviated one of my fears before I could voice it.
“From now on, we’ll go to bed together in this bed, and we’ll get up together. Okay?”
I smiled against his chest, pressed a kiss over the tattoo, and nodded, “Sounds perfect.”
***
My man meant what he said.
Every word of it.
For the next two weeks, I didn’t drive anywhere.
We took his bike.
He didn’t immediately get up and roll away from me.
He stayed there and cuddled with me.
All the while whispering, “Fucking missed out.”
He also didn’t pull away from me when his phone rang.
He took the call and held me close.
To say it was everything I had dreamed of, I’d be telling the absolute truth.
***
I took a sip of my caramel macchiato and listened to the table two over from me discuss boys and their relationships.
