Page 35 of The Weight of Your Wishes

“Oh,” I whisper.

It seems that seeing him completely naked for the first time, in all his gigantic glory, stilts my usual confidence. He’s the type of man that renders you speechless, the type of hot that makes it hard to breathe. Thick cords of muscle span each hairy limb, veins bulging through the darkly tanned skin. Wavy brown hair falls to his shoulders, framing the harsh lines of his face.

I run my fingers through my hair, pushing it back from my face as I lean down. I go straight for the thick bush at the base of his cock and inhale deeply. His hand lands on the back of my head heavily, pushing my nose deeper. The smell is intoxicating—his natural manly smell mixed with sweaty muskiness from working outside. “God, you’re shameless,” he breathes, voice pitched low. My eyes flutter closed as I nuzzle into him, my contented groans muffled by his skin.

I turn my head to the side and dart out my tongue, licking him from root to tip. When I reach the top, I drag my fingers through the hair on his thighs, rubbing back and forth. His long, tattooed arm extends between us, gripping the back of my neck as I look up at him. His brows are furrowed, every muscle in his body coiled tightly. I lick my lips and bring them to his wide, rounded head, planting an open-mouthed kiss there. I let my tongue swirl around him before flicking it into the hole. His hiss of breath is sharp as his fingers grip my nape harder. The drop of precum coats my tongue, and I groan. “You taste so good, Daddy. I could suck on you forever.”

His cock twitches heavily against my lips, and the corner of my mouth pulls up into a smirk. He’ll never be able to deny this. His body's reaction to me speaks loud and clear.

He wantsme.

After all this time, he finally fuckingwantsme.

I wrap my lips around him again, sliding lower, working the first few inches into my mouth. He’s so thick that my lips are stretched more than ever before. I lap my tongue around him as I try to go down further. It takes some work, but when I reach the base, the head of his cock is breaching my throat. It lights me up everywhere, filling me with satisfaction. I bury my nose into his pubes again, taking deep inhales of his scent as I gag around him.

It’s heaven.

The man I’ve always dreamed of having has his cock shoved so far in my throat that I can hardly breathe. It’s a heady feeling.

The deep V on his abdomen clenches and unclenches with his short, rapid exhales. I hollow my cheeks and suck him all the way to the tip again, picking up the pace, rubbing my palm against his heavy balls. His thigh muscles quiver on each side of me, signaling that he’s close to the edge.

I don’t want this to end so soon, but I crave the feeling of his cum pulsing into my throat so badly that it spurs me forward. I want him to pump his whole load into me and be amazed at how I swallow it all.

He tries to pull me away with the hand buried in my hair, but I shake my head around him and swallow around his cock as he explodes. I know he can feel each swallow constricting around his head. The noise that rips through him is guttural and animalistic mixed with heavy breaths and gravely groans. His palms fly to my face, holding me there. After the last spurt of cum lands, he thrusts a couple more times, dragging his cock along my tongue.

Although his eyes are cast in shadows, I never break eye contact with him.

His cock slips from my mouth, falling between his spread thighs. I want to bury my face in there again, but he speaks between panting breaths, “How are you so fucking good at that?”

I stifle a laugh, but my heart aches at the thought that I did good enough for him. “I don’t know. Guess I just really,reallylove cock.”

He grunts and gets out of bed. I can already feel nerves prickling at me, so I try a joke. “Kind of funny that you’re okay with me saying cock but not fuck.”

“I think we’re way past that now, boy.” He’s turned away from me, heading toward the door, but I can hear the smile in his voice.

He goes into the bathroom in the hallway, and the shower turns on. As my body starts cooling down, the room feels frigid. I get under the covers and hope he doesn’t throw me out when he comes back in. The shower might impart some unwanted clarity on him. It sets me on edge.

But when he finally comes back in with just a towel around his waist, he lets it fall to the floor and climbs in next to me. His arms immediately wrap around me, pulling me against him. I lay my head on his chest, and he kisses the top of it, letting his lips linger there. “What the hell are we doing, Hendrix?”

“The right thing.” I nuzzle deeper into his underarm, greedily inhaling his intoxicating smell.

“You like how I smell?” he rasps.

“If I could lay here wrapped up in you, surrounded by your scent forever, I would,” I say, before running the flat of my tongue over it.

“Most people would say armpits have a bad odor.”

“Not yours.”

After a heavy, long silence, I finally gather the courage to state the obvious. “It was just this once, right?”

His arms tighten around me as he says, “Yeah. Just this once.”

Tears burn my eyes, and I take a shaky breath, willing myself to sleep.

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There are more cars on the road in this small town than I’ve ever seen before. It seems like every person who lives here is in their yard, gathering up things that could be dangerous during the storm and installing shutters on their windows. We pass by the gas station; there’s about twenty vehicles lined up there ranging from trucks to ATVs, waiting their turn to fill up gas canisters. Here in Florida, none of us are strangers to hurricanes, but the toll it’ll take on the marsh out here will be a first for me.

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