Page 27 of Beneath the Stars (Sugarlake 1)

She moves suddenly. The hand that was working me so expertly, disappears. Before I can open my mouth in protest, she drops to her knees, her face level with my hard-on. Her hand glides slowly up my thigh and over my erection. I twitch underneath her palm, eager for more contact.

She goes to remove my shorts and I lift my hips, anticipation racing through me as my cock pops out. I’m stiff as hell, aching to be in her mouth.

I watch, transfixed, as she wraps her hand around me. A drop of cum leaks out of my tip, dripping over her fingers. She fucking moans, moving her hand up and squeezing. Another drop oozes out. This time she leans forward and her tongue peeks out to sweep across the head. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I grow harder in her hand.

“Does that feel good?” she asks, trailing kisses down the length of my shaft.

“Fuck. Yes.”

Her hand twists, moving toward the tip, her mouth continuing down until her tongue swirls around my balls.

I throw my head back and bite my cheek to avoid coming.

She’s steadily pumping me. I can’t help it and thrust into her hand, wishing like hell it was her tight pussy. The image has me groaning and speeding up my hips.

Her tongue leaves my balls, tracing the vein on the underside of my cock, licking from base to tip. She blows on the head, setting my body on fire.

I slide inside her mouth, her lips parting wide. My hands grab fistfuls of her hair. The urge to push her down on my cock is strong. But there’s no need. She lowers her head, sucking in her cheeks, and flattening her tongue as she takes me all. The. Way. Down.

I hit the back of her throat and my balls tighten. Shit.

She rises up, her hand following the path of her mouth, before bobbing her head back down and deep-throating me. Her nose touches my groin and my hips jerk up, my hands holding her head in place.

She hums and I throb in her mouth.

She swallows, her throat muscles milking me, and I lose it. My balls draw up, and my vision goes white as I pulse streams of cum down her throat. She moans like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted, and fuck if that isn’t the hottest thing she’s ever done.

I collapse back on the couch, softening in her mouth as she cleans my cock with her tongue. The sensation is too much to handle after she just blew my world apart.

She releases me with a pop, smiling before crawling back onto the couch, and resting her head on my chest.

At this moment, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.

Goldi goes home an hour later, and I help Sam cook for Anna’s birthday. When Lily doesn’t show up for the celebration dinner, I blurt out my concerns. They aren’t surprised when I tell them—they’ve been having worries of their own. We should have had this talk a long time ago.

“Dinner’s getting cold. We might as well just eat.” I look at the spread on the table.

Anna sighs. “I guess you’re right. Do you have any idea where she is?”

Guilt stabs my heart because I should have paid attention to where she’s been for a lot longer than just tonight. But still, her question makes irritation simmer in my gut.

My head cocks to the side, eyebrows rising. “Do I know where she is? I’m not the one living under the same roof as her, Anna. Maybe you should pay closer attention to the girl you decided to play mother with.”

“Watch your mouth,” Sam intervenes. “We’re all concerned, and I get that emotions are running high. But disrespect will not be tolerated. Am I clear?”

I tug my hair. “I didn’t mean that. I’m just worried.”

Anna smiles softly, reaching across the table to cover my hand with hers. “It’s okay, Chase. The truth is, we’ve been worried about her for some time. I’ve been treadin’ lightly, scared to push her away even more. That might make me a ‘bad mom,’ I don’t know. But there’s no guidebook on how to handle this.”

Sam rubs Anna’s back, his brows drawn. “Let’s have dinner and see if she shows up. She could just be running late.”

I eat as much as I can stand. The food tastes bland, overshadowed by the anxiety rolling in my gut.

Where is she?

I throw my utensils on my plate, feeling like I’m going to fucking explode. Something’s wrong. I can feel it. “I’m gonna go look for her around town. Drag her ass back home once I find her.”

Sam nods. Anna stays silent, a somber expression on her face as she stares at her dinner plate.

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