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Warmth spreads across my chest and I swipe against her again. This time, her tongue darts out, gathering the wetness I leave across her bottom lip. She moans, low in her throat, and I feel the ghost of her breath as she utters my name.
I tap her bottom lip with my thumb and chuckle softly. “You want my cock in your mouth, baby, you're gonna have to open wider than that.”
She wets her lips and opens up a little more.
“Wider.” Her eyes go as wide as saucers when my voice comes out a little demanding, and I press my thumb against her chin to open her mouth more.
Still gripping my length, I spit on the head of my cock. Her lashes flutter and her breath catches when I spread the bead of saliva with my thumb.
I offer her just the tip and when her lips close around me, I swear I almost black out. “Fuck, Wren.” I rock my hips slightly, dragging along her tongue. I hiss out a breath. “That’s my girl. Now suck.”
She hollows out her cheeks and I have to pull a deep breath in through my nose and clench my thighs and ass to keep from jamming the remainder to the back of her throat.
She runs her tongue around the head, tentatively and almost teasingly, then smiles around my cock before pulling me in deeper. Her mouth is the perfect combination of warm and wet and I lose myself in her.
“Fuck, yes. Just like that.”
Keeping my grip on her hair with one hand, I guide her in a mind-numbing rhythm as she sucks me as far as she can and then brings me back out. I don’t want to force her, so I keep my touch light and match her pace as she takes me in again. When I can feel the back of her throat, my hips jerk involuntarily when she gags and then moans.
My eyes snap to hers. “Shit. Too much?”
She shakes her head, eyes hooded, mouth stuffed full.
“You’re so pretty like this, on your knees for me, Wrennie Girl. God, I love watching you suck my cock. Love this sweet mouth.” I run a finger over her lips stretched around me.
She moans and reaches around to grab me by the hips, as if my words spur her on. She runs her hands over me, down the backs of my thighs, and back up. What started as a languid, almost sweet pace, turns frantic.
She digs her nails into my ass cheeks and pulls closer with a whimper. I can feel her nose in the dusting of dark hair at the base of my cock as she pushes to get me as deep as she can.
She gags again and then sighs, and if that’s not the hottest sound of my life, I don’t know what is. Then, she reaches up to cup my balls, sending a shiver through me.
“So, fucking hot. Taking me so well. Jesus, baby, don’t stop. Fuck.” The staccato words mix with my panting.
Saliva leaks out the corner of her mouth as she looks up at me. Over and over, she sucks me back as far as she can until my legs are shaking and my heart feels like it will rip right through my chest wall. She’s moaning and whimpering with each thrust and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
“Ah, fuck. Wrennie, I’m gonna come. You gonna let me come in this pretty mouth?” I grit out, my grip on her hair tightening. She digs her fingers in and frantically nods her head. The strength of my orgasm barrels down my spine before I explode in her mouth. She gags again and then swallows once, twice.
I’m panting and covered in sweat as she wipes her mouth. I haul her up and seal her lips with a hot kiss.
When she pulls back, her smile is teasing. “If there’s ever a reason to be late for something, it’sthat.”
Pressing a kiss to her forehead, I crush her to me with a rumble of a chuckle. “Can’t argue with that.”
Her eyes flick to the side and she reaches out, grabbing my dark brown cowboy hat off the hook, placing it on her head.
I hum out appreciatively, my cock already stirring to life again. This woman.
She gives me a flirtatious little grin and then I rush her as she turns and takes off for the bed. A sexy little yelp escapes her lips when I grab the waistband of her pants and haul her back into my chest. In one swift motion, I flip the button and drag those tight as hell jeans down over her ass and push her toward the bed. One look at her and I can see she’s soaked for me.
“You’re fucking trouble.” I rasp out in her ear as I bend her over.
Her only answer is the pleasure-filled cry that escapes her when I bury myself inside her tight, wet heat in one rough thrust.
CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
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September has givenway to chilly mornings, and the leaves are starting their slow descent into yellows, oranges, and reds. Autumn comes a lot quicker in Timber Forge, and with it has come early nights in after working at the ranch all day.
