“Eden, let’s order some food,” one of her annoying friends suggests.
“Um,” Eden begins, probably ready to tell them about my rule about no food deliveries. “Rip doesn’t—”
“How about I grill something?” I volunteer. I’m thankful Dax will never know about this incident for fear he’ll never shut up about it. “I can get you to eat real food instead of junk.” I nip her ear.
“Rip says he’ll grill,” Eden announces.
“Oh, thanks, friend,” the preacher’s daughter says. “That’s real nice of you. Do you have any wine or anything? Prosecco would be great.”
I roll my eyes at Eden.
“He doesn’t drink much, but I have a couple of bottles in the fridge.”
“Drunk ass,” I whisper in Eden’s ear.
“Are they planning on leaving any time soon?” I ask a couple of hours later. We’ve eaten, but her friends are sitting on my deck, talking amongst themselves.
“Oh, Eden. I know you have a man now, but don’t forget we’re going to New York City for my birthday next spring. Girls’ trip.” The preacher’s daughter looks at me when she says that. “We’re seeing Hamilton. I’m getting us tickets.”
“Why can’t we go to L.A.?” the mayor’s daughter asks.
“Because the East Coast is the best coast,” the insipid one says. “But I think it’s time we get going. Thanks for your hospitality, Eden.”
“It’s Rip’s house,” Eden says.
“Thanks, friend.” Selene gives me a thumbs up. “We’ll see you guys later.”
Thankfully, they are out the door a few minutes later. After seeing them out and locking the gate and the front door behind them, I find Eden loading the dishwasher. If I weren’t anal about having a clean house, I’d pick her up and have my way with her in the shower, but the mess would bother me, so we clean up together. Once everything is in order, I toss her over my shoulder and take her upstairs.
After we shower, I throw her on the bed, and her brown nipples pebble. She crawls to the edge and reaches for the hem of my towel. She pulls, and it falls to my feet. Her hands splay across my chest. She gets on her knees, and her mouth lands on my skin. Her tongue trails a path along my chest. I grab both wrists and lift her so she can wrap her legs around me.
“I love the feel of your wet, hot pussy on my body.”
“I just love you.” Her words cause me to close my eyes. No one has said those words to me in my life. I never expected or wanted anyone to say them, but now that she has, I don’t know how I’ve gone all these years without hearing them from her.
“Say it again.”
“I love you, Ripley Ryan King.” She leaves my mouth and sucks my earlobe into her mouth. “My king,” she whispers.
“My forever.”
“Can you put your dick in your forever’s mouth?” she whines. “I want to taste your cum.”
She bounces when I drop her on the bed, and screams when I dive on top of her.
“Ooh!” Eden exclaims when I flip us around and pull her on top of me.
“You want that dick?” I whisper, and she nods. “You want it in your mouth?”
“Mmhmm.” I pull her head to me and kiss her until we are both breathless.
“Then flip over and put that pussy in my face.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Seconds later, I swipe my tongue along her slit before I slap her ass cheek. I slap her hard enough for her to lose her balance, but I grab those hips and keep her in place.
“Take that dick, baby,” I order.
She usually licks and teases the tip, but not today. Today, she takes as much as she can to the back of her throat. She can never take the entire thing, but her hot, wet mouth is a close second to being inside her pussy.
