“I wanna swallow that dick,” she said, voice rough and honest enough to knock the wind outta me.
A grin slid across my face… yeah, that got my attention.
Before I could blink, she’d already turned around and crawled up between my legs. One look at her face and my dick damn near jumped on its own. She rose onto her knees, her hands sliding onto my thighs, her breath warm on my skin.
“What you doing to me, Halo?” I asked, slipping the pins from her hair. It fell to her shoulders, wild as hell, perfect for the moment. I scratched her scalp, slow and sure, and her eyes fluttered—full-body reaction, the kind she couldn’t hide even if she tried.
We slowed the whole room down without even trying.
And truth be told? I wasn’t interested in rushing a damn thing.
She wasn’t going anywhere.
Not after this.
I hissed when she kissed the tip, slow and messy, licking up the mix of precum and her own juices. My eyes shut on their own when she took me into her mouth, steady, no hesitation. When she reached the base and hummed, my whole body damn near buckled. My hands went to her hair without thinking, gripping tight, guiding her while she worked me with that determined, prove-a-point kind of energy.
Her hands cupped my balls, her slob coating everything, and my thrusts got rougher. My toes locked up like I’d been electrocuted.
“Fuck, Halo… take that shit. Deep throat it, baby.”
I hit the back one more time before I snatched my dick out of her mouth and pushed her back. I folded her in half and slid right back in. She moaned, whole body shaking, and I felt it travel down my spine. I dropped dick in her stomach with every stroke, and she got wetter by the second.
“This dick so good,” she breathed.
“Lo, this pussy go anywhere but back to me, I’m airing some shit out,” I said, dragging my teeth over her ear. “Tell me you get it.”
“Yes, baby… yes, I get you.”
That did it.
I pulled out and nutted all over the recliner. Damn shame—I was replacing that bitch. But it was worth every drop, though.
When I opened my eyes, she was stretched out, glowing, with a smile on her face. I grabbed her hand, scooped her up bridal-style, and carried her to the bathroom. We showered together in silence; we didn’t need words.
After, I grabbed a blanket and we curled up on another recliner, naked, her hair spread across my torso, her body tucked into mine.
Both of us trying to find the words.
“So much for derby footage,” I said.
She laughed against me. “That was way better than derby footage.”
“Damn right it was.”
She tilted her head to look at me. “You made me feel special tonight. Seen. Protected. All of it.”
“That’s because you are all of those things.” I kissed her forehead. “And I’m gonna keep making you feel that way. Every day.”
“I believe you.”
“I hope so.”
She rested into me, and I drew her closer, letting the moment sit. Somehow, she’d become the thing I didn’t know I was missing. And now that I had it, I wasn’t letting go.
So much for keeping shit low.
Our faces were plastered all over the internet. Blogs. Instagram. Twitter. TikTok. Someone had gotten a picture of us leaving the gala, him holding my hand, me in that black dress that was now the talk of the town. In every photo, both of us were looking at each other like the rest of the world didn’t exist.
