Chapter 19
Ali Kat
After quickly putting the groceries away, I sneak back to the loft to meet Garrett.
Before we even make it through the door, Garrett’s lips are glued to mine, hot, eager, and insatiable.
“Ali Kat Carter, as long as I live, so help me, I’ll never get enough of you,” he rasps against my mouth.
We make it through the door, slamming it shut behind us.
He pulls back, looking at me with worry-filled eyes. “You sure you want this?”
I grab his belt and begin to undo the buckle. “Just don’t be an ass afterwards!”
“Understood.”
He pulls off his shirt while I relieve him of his pants, then we make our way over to the bed.
I go to my knees, sliding his boxers down his thighs and off his body. His cock, big and imposing, bobs at eye level, a pearl-colored drop of precum shining on its head.
“Sit!” I command.
“Yes, ma’am.”
I take an elastic off the nightstand and pull my hair back, so it doesn’t get in my way.
I cock a brow, and Garrett’s legs part enough to allow me to maneuver between them.
His eyes are trained on me, his tongue moistening his lips. His eyes are so sensual, the perfect shade of baby blue.
“I hope you don’t mind, but I’m a little orally fixated,” I say with a wide grin.
His hand reaches out to caress my cheek. “You can fixate on whatever part of me you want.”
I grab the base of his cock, pulling it towards my mouth. He groans and whispers, “Yes, please.”
I swirl my tongue around his head, lapping at his precum. His breathing grows ragged, and he grabs the back of my neck, pressing it down onto his member.
“Not so fast,” I chide before taking in his head, sucking slowly, gently, as he writhes beneath me. When I feel like I’ve tortured him enough, I take in another inch, and another, until there’s no room left in my mouth.
His body tenses as my mouth travels the length of his shaft. I love how excited he gets, and I relish the power I have over him, my country boy Garrett.
He pushes my shoulder gently. “Baby, if you want me to be good for anything else, you best stop that right now.”
I contemplate his words carefully. Part of me wants to taste him fully, but I’m already aching for him.
I slide my mouth off his huge member and climb up his body, straddling him.
We kiss passionately, breaking only so he can pull my shirt up and off my body. His hands move to the button of my shorts, and I rise to my knees so he can slide them down my thighs, along with my panties. I carefully maneuver my legs out of them, and they’re quickly tossed to the floor.
“Get your sweet ass on the bed so I can taste you,” he growls.
“Um-I have another idea…”
“Oh yeah? I’d love to hear what you’ve been aching for.”
“Irene was telling me—”
