Page 107 of Average Joe

“Why?”

“My father is the youngest of the three brothers, but he’s the most dangerous and the only person Bill and Larry feared.”

The space between us disappeared in three strides, and when I gripped his hips and lifted onto my toes, he smiled down at me, and the world became a little less scary.

“Joe,” left my lips on an exhale.

“Gorgeous.” Head tilted, he considered my lips, licking his own. “I don’t wanna talk about this anymore.”

I kissed his chest. “But you’re not a criminal.”

“No.” He gathered my hair behind my head and tugged, urging me to arch my neck. “But I come from a long line of them.”

Bending low, he grazed my neck with his teeth, sending shockwaves straight to my core. My clit pulsed, warmth swelling between my legs.

“I was so awful to you.” I expressed my regret, sliding my hands down his abs, raking my nails over the bumps and ridges, then one by one, I undid the buttons on his jeans.

Joe was hard, and his erection fell heavy into my hand, hot as fire, smooth as silk.

“You had your reasons.” In one swift motion, he removed his T-shirt.

“You saved her life.” I pumped his length once, twice, then looked up to find sapphire eyes, hungry and pleading.

Voice gruff, he fisted my hair again. “You would’ve done the same.”

“I’m terrified of prison,” I confessed, dropping to my knees, his cock thickening, pulsing in my grip. “I don’t think that’s a sacrifice I could’ve made.”

I kissed the smooth tip.

Joe shuddered, growled, “I’d do it again,” then thrust his hips, silently begging for more. “I’d do the same for you.”

“I know,” I whispered before taking his length to the back of my throat.

“Ahh, fuck, Marley.”

High off his heady scent, I worked his base with my hand and the rest with tongue, lips, and teeth. Joe was sweaty and smelled of earth and hard labor. I didn’t care. His moans of encouragement, his grip in my hair, and his thrusts and grunts as he fucked my mouth brought me to the edge of control, reducing me to nothing but throbbing heat and need.

“Ah. Shit. Babe.” His cock jerked. “I’m gonna come. Slow down.”

I worked harder, taking him deep, choking, and loving every gag and gasp for breath, and when his cock jerked again, I cupped his ass with both hands and took him as deep as he’d go until hot spurts of semen hit my throat. Only then did I relent while he pumped his orgasm into my mouth, cursing, praising, and holding my head with both hands while he purged.

Joe collapsed, his knees hitting the floor, and he curled around me. Exposed and raw, he buried his face in my neck, whispered dirty words, and pleaded for a forever I wanted desperately to give.

Marley

“Dinner tonight?” Joe leaned against the doorjamb, arms crossed, one booted foot crossed over the other. His jeans hung low, his T-shirt clung tight to all his bumps and dips, and that grin he wore made me tingle in all the best places. “Testing out my new pizza oven.”

“Sounds delish, but I’m closing the stand tonight. Jazz has a stomach bug.”

“I don’t mind a late meal.” He shrugged. “I can wait.”

“Thanks, Joe, but when I get home, I need to mow the lawn and whack some weeds. I’ll be ready to fall into bed by the time I’m finished.”

“God, woman.” He reached down and adjusted his cock. “Why does that turn me on, hearing you talk about whacking weeds?”

The sight and sound of him were too much. I couldn’t help myself. I sauntered his way and kissed him hard before smacking his chest. “Whack off, perv. I’ve got work to do.”

The groan that rose up his throat was nothing short of pornographic. “I just came in my pants.”

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