Page 86 of Forever in the Country

“Then I will read to you,” he murmurs against my lips before slanting his mouth over mine and swallowing my moan.

“I need a shower,” I say on a gasp. “But first…”

Breaking out of his hold, I shimmy down the bed, bringing the sheet with me. His cock is hard and straining against the fabric of his boxer briefs.

“The glasses really do it for you, huh?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” I pant as I strip his underwear low enough to let his glorious length spring free.

“Sunshine—” My name is a warning on his lips which I wholeheartedly ignore as I take him as far as I can without gagging. My tongue swirls around his cock, and after lavishing the head, I plunge his length to the back of my throat.

Sorren’s abs flex as his hand tangles in my hair. The sting of pain has heat pooling in my belly, and I moan around him in response. His hips rock the slightest bit and I work him harder, my hand moving in time with my mouth.

I love his restraint but when he comes undone—there’s nothing like it.

“Fuck, you feel good.” He tugs my hair harder. “Get up here so I can come inside you.”

I practically snarl my dissent, my hand pumping him harder, and like a challenge, he bucks up into my mouth. I gag, but if he thinks I’m tapping out he’s crazy.

“Baby—fuck—”

Cum spills down my throat as he comes on a restrained roar. His body is covered with a sheen of sweat from the exertion of holding himself back for so long.

“I’m going to shower,” I say sweetly after placing a kiss on the head of his cock and sitting up.

“I don’t fucking think so.” His arm snakes around my waist as he hauls me up his body. His glasses and book go flying along with my tank top and bra. He curses as he strips me out of my leggings and rips my panties from my body because he can’t wait any more.

“That was supposed to be for you,” I try as he settles my pussy over his face.

“And this is for me too.” The words are a low rumble that I feel absolutely everywhere. I gasp as his tongue thrusts inside metwicebefore he’s lapping at my clit. “Sunshine?”

“What?” I can barely croak out the question, my legs already shaking from trying not to suffocate him.

“You’re going to ride my face.” His palm comes down hard across my ass cheek, and I yelp as my hips buck forward on their own. “And if you don’t do it to my liking,”—he pinches my clit between his teeth, and I whimper at the sensation—“I’ll make you do it until you get it right.”

Oh my god.

Gripping the headboard, I lower myself farther—spread myselfwiderfor his taking. A blush creeps up my chest, and I resist the urge to pull back even an inch as his hands grip my ass. I want to hide but I can’t. Not when he’s looking at me like he’s about to feast on me and definitely not as he growls against my slit—

“Good. Fucking. Girl.”

38

SORREN

I’d woken up this morning with Rhea sliding down my cock. I wanted every morning to be like that, and while we showered I realized there was only one way to make it happen.

And it was long overdue.

“Mama!” I yell before I’m even over the threshold. The screen door slams behind me as Flora rounds the corner.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

Michael and Vivian had shown up at Vetted Paws, and the realization had made me sick. The house and everything else were secondary to attaching themselves—reuniting—with their estranged son, small town war hero giving second chances to people and pets alike.

I’d seen the way Vivian’s eyes had lit up. It’s a hell of a story and would gain them more than a little attention in certain philanthropic circles, which they were not part of. At the bottom of it, I’d hoped they’d realize that Marlee and I are worth more than dredging up the past for their own personal gain.

But that hadn’t been the case—not even a little.

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