Page 56 of Gambling with Time

“Bacon and pancakes. Bellamy took over the cooking.”

Her eyes went wide. “Are you sure he knows how?”

I chuckled. “Yeah, he does. But we have a few minutes. Your brother just got here, too.”

She stretched, her eyes catching onto my problem. A smile spread across her face as she brought her eyes back up to mine. “Is that for me?”

“If you want it, it is.”

“Well, then get comfortable. I’ll be right back,” she said. I watched her pad across the floor to the small ensuite bathroom. She reappeared less than two minutes later to find me where she left me. “You don’t look like you got comfortable.”

I couldn’t help but watch transfixed as she approached. She was so comfortable in her skin that it was hard not to watch her walk naked back to me. If my issue had shrunk any, just the sight of her ensured that wasn’t the case anymore.

She looped her fingers into my waistband and tugged it down over my hips. My cock stood at attention, ready for whatever she had planned.

“I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but I’m sore. Orgasms take a lot out of you. So right now, we are going to fix your problem and then go eat breakfast.” She dropped to her knees in front of me on the bed, dragging my sweats off, then she pushed me backward. “Lay down.”

I did as she asked, and she crawled toward me. Her fingers wrapped around me, stroking my bare skin. Then she dipped her head and her warmth replaced her touch. She sucked my tip, swirling her tongue over the head. My balls tightened as tingles gathered at the base of my spine.

“I love the taste of you,” she murmured as she came up for air.

The magic she worked on me had my fingers gripping the comforter and attempting not to thrust up into the welcoming warmth of her mouth. It felt fucking amazing.

Then she sank onto my length, her breath against my skin, and my tip pushing the limits of her throat. When she swallowed around me, I crashed into my release. Her subsequent swallows only forced more cum from me. I was like a young God who climaxed in seconds.

My face heated with slight embarrassment as she released me and went back on her heels. I couldn’t even look at her.

“That was fast.”

“I know, it felt really good. Sorry,” I muttered, feeling the full force of my embarrassment as it took over any feelings of release.

“Alastor, you don’t need to be self-conscious. The fact that a blow job from yours truly was so fucking amazing you couldn’t handle it is a great boost for my ego. Besides, I’ve seen you last longer.”

Peeking over at her, I could see she was serious. It eased some of my chagrin. “Next time, I’ll last longer.”

She hummed her agreement as she slid off the bed and pulled on a pair of lacy panties, shorts, and a tank top. “I’m starving.”

I followed more slowly as I tugged my sweats back on. It was hard sometimes to wrap my head around the fact that this was actually my life now. Probably because I had wished for this for as long as I could remember. First with Lex, then with Bellamy, and finally with Samantha who brought all the pieces together.

“You good?” she asked. She reached up and smoothed my brow. “You look like you are deep in thought.”

“Sometimes I feel like I should pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming.”

A soft smile parted her lips. “I know the feeling.”

CHAPTER 32

Samantha

My plate was empty, the only remains were crumbs and leftover syrup. I dipped my last piece of bacon into the thick sugar. My tummy was full and happy as I leaned back, my hand resting over my belly.

Tyler watched me, and it felt like his perceptive gaze saw everything. His gaze dropped to my hand, then came back up to my face.

“You are glowing.”

“I’m happy,” I replied.

“No, it is something more,” he insisted.

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