Page 23 of Trusting Fate (Hope Falls: Brewed Awakenings 2)

Old and gray? Why the hell had he pictured them old and gray. He’d never envisioned anyone in his future before.

His brain was still trying to figure out why he’d done that when Grace’s fingers dipped beneath his waistband and slid his underwear down so that it was just below his hips. She didn’t take them off completely, just low enough that his dick popped out like it was snake in a jar.

She stared at his erection standing tall and proud at full mast, and her eyes widened slightly as she licked her lips. Seeing her tongue caused his dick to twitch with eager anticipation.

Easton’s head was slightly propped up on a bag, but his position only had a partial view. He didn’t want to miss a single second of this, so he pushed up onto his elbows. His breaths were shallow and heavy as Grace’s eyes lifted to lock with his as she wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft and sealed her lips around his crown.

He let out a low, guttural moan as she slid her mouth down his shaft. Her tongue slid along the backside of his cock, just like it had his finger. Her hair fell like a drape across her face, impeding his visual enjoyment. He lifted his hand to brush it back off, spearing his fingers through her hair. He cupped her head as she moved up and down on him. He watched as he disappeared inside the hot suction of her wet mouth.

She enveloped him with slick heated pressure. Each time she moved down she took him even deeper causing his pleasure to increase. Her fingers tightened around him, squeezing and stroking him, moving in tandem with her mouth.

The pressure and friction of each pass of her lips, tongue, and fingers up and down his column strung him tighter. He could feel his erection begin to pulse as it surged with urgency. He wanted to hold his release at bay for as long as physically possible.

Easton had always enjoyed blowjobs. Who didn’t? But this was more than just getting his dick sucked. There was more going on than just the physical act. He didn’t want the connection that he felt with Grace to disappear as soon as this encounter ended.

His fingers grazed against the back of her head as he closed his eyes hoping that without the potent visual stimulation he’d be able to stave off his orgasm. But his plan backfired. With his eyes closed, all of his attention was focused on how fucking good Grace’s mouth felt riding his cock. And when she began twisting the hand that was gripping the base of his shaft, he felt the first jolt of his barely-restrained release shoot through him.

His eyes flew open. “I’m going to come,” he gritted out his warning, wanting to give her the opportunity to stop before he came down her throat.

His warning didn’t fall on deaf ears, she definitely heard him. But instead of her heeding it she doubled down. The suction of her lips increased, as she continued the twisting motion that had put him close to the edge in the first place.

That was all it took. One more stroke and he exploded, coming harder than he had…maybe ever. His climax felt like it went on forever and Grace didn’t back off. She continued sucking him until every last drop left his body.

“Holy shit,” he breathed as he collapsed down on his back.

Grace climbed up over him and grabbed the bottle of water from the front seat. The motion caused her breasts to be right in his face.

Her back trembled as she set her water bottle down after drinking and glanced down at him biting her lip. “You’re gonna be trouble.”

He’d never had a woman say that to him before. His brothers were the troublemakers, the bad boys, not him. But Grace brought out another side of him. An animalistic side that he was having a very hard time controlling.

She laid down beside him, resting her head against his chest as she snuggled up to his side. He kissed her on the top of her head as he wrapped her in his arms knowing that he never wanted to let her go.

The only thing scarier than that thought, was the thought that he actually would have to let her go.

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