She, apparently, doesn’t agree. “But what if I’m the one who wants to service you?” That hand is back, massaging me, tempting me.
An electric current races down my spine. Fuck it.
Bending low, I catch my woman around the thighs and lift. Her squeals turn into laughter as I carry her out of the packhouse toward the controlled atmosphere room.
Pushing through the cooler curtains, I stride toward the back of the chilly space, kissing her neck and chest, not stopping until we’re in front of one of the staging bins for Evercrisp apples.
Just like the elusive Evercrisp, our love is one that’s grown and bloomed over the past year. There have been challenges, sure, but at the heart of our group’s connection is a profound trust in one another. A sincere belief that we’re better together. We’re mutually invested in a promise that we’ll hold each other steady during the highs and especially through the lows.
I didn’t just find love again when Sawyer came into my life. My bond with Mercer strengthened, and I found another brother in Tytus. With each passing day, I discover a new layer to the depth of my love. Ours is a love that will last. A love I can count on and one that will just get sweeter with every passing year.
I drop my girl slowly, ensuring she’s steady on her feet before letting go completely.
She’s steady, but not for long. With a wicked grin, she scrapes her nails down my chest and sinks to her knees.
She licks her lips and looks up at me, her gorgeous green eyes holding the promise of ruin.
I welcome her wreckage.
She may be the one on her knees before me, but I’ll spend the rest of forever worshipping at her feet.
While I shove my jeans down my hips, she takes my cock out of my boxers and gives me a salacious smirk. Then she wraps her lips around my crown and swirls that sweet little tongue around the tip.
“Fuck, honey.”
She giggles. Just like I knew she would. She loves it when I drop the rare F-bomb. I like to save them for moments like this.
I weave both hands into her braid, cradling her head to make sure she doesn’t hit it against the apple bin at her back. “You’re so good at sucking me.”
She finds my slit with her tongue and flicks that spot until I’m sure I’m leaking precum like a sieve.
Then she hollows her cheeks and sucks.
Knees nearly buckling, I grip her hair, pulling a little the way she likes.
Spurred on by the action, she takes me deeper, cupping my balls and massaging. Then she presses one knuckle up behind my nuts, and—oh,fuck.
“Sawyer.” I tug her hair, forcing her to pop off my dick.
She licks her lips, eyes wide and mockingly curious. “Yes, Daddy?”
My cock twitches, threatening to spill into nothing. I could come right here, right now, at the sight of her on her knees, salivating over my cock.
“I need to be inside you, honey. I need it so badly it hurts.”
She smirks. “Sure that’s not just your low back pain flaring?”
I help her up, then swat at her ass, grinning. “Get these off.” I tug at the waistband of her leggings. “Now.”
She scrambles to obey, shucking off my shirt along with the pants.
I don’t bother taking my time or looking my fill. I need to be inside her. Right fucking now.
“Lift.” I catch her behind the thighs and hoist her into my arms, then lower her to balance on the edge of the apple bin. I drag my length through her pussy lips to gather all that wetness she made for me and slide all the way home.
“Noah,” she gasps, sucking in a sharp breath.
“You can take it,” I grunt, savoring the way she pulses and spasms around my length.
