She just smiles because yeah, she probably is, and I’d die happy like this.
I thrust into her mouth, chasing my orgasm like a fucking animal, and the filthy wet sounds she’s making are about to undo me.
“You look so perfect with your lips stretched around my cock, pretty girl. If I didn’t get off on hearing you say my name, I’d keep your throat full of me every second of the fucking day.”
Her eyes squeeze shut, and her moan vibrates around me as her orgasm starts to crest. I pull out fast, my hand wrapping around my dick, because I need to watch her come.
“That’s it, Shannen. Work that pussy and fucking come for me.”
She rides it out, her back arching, head thrown back, mouth open in a silent scream. Then the most beautiful noise breaks free, and I swear it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking heard. She comes back to earth slowly, her chest heaving, eyes glazed, and reaches for me.
“Tongue out.”
Her lips part wide, that perfect pink tongue sliding out—waiting,wanting, offering herself up to me like a sacrifice on the altar of my hunger.
“Keep it there. Don’t fucking move.”
It only takes seconds of me fisting my cock before my balls draw up and a full-body roar rips straight out of my chest. I explode, thick ropes of cum coat her tongue, and while I’m still pulsing, she surges forward and seals her lips around me.
“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Swallow it for me.” My fingers tighten in her hair to stop myself from collapsing on top of her as another pulse forces its way through me.
My mind goes blank.
My body is completely useless.
I feel her throat work around me, swallowing everything I give her, and I’m trembling above her.
I go boneless as I pull out and fall onto the bed. Leaning back, I let out a laugh because, fuck me, that was one of the best moments of my life, and right now I need to try to remember how to breathe. She climbs my body, and I pull her into my chest so she’s leaning on me, looking down at me with those golden eyes still dark with pleasure.
“That was—” I start, but I shake my head because words don’t feel like enough.
“Everything a little quieter now?” she asks, running her nails through my hair, making me melt into the mattress.
I nod, pulling her down to kiss her. “Yeah, baby. So much quieter.”
We lie there comfortably, holding each other, and I feel nothing like I did earlier.
I was full of rage.
Rage I couldn't take out on him.
Rage I'dnevertake out on her, and yet she stood in my flames as I burned.
She found a way to reach me.
Her touch and the way she loves me, even when I'm probably a fucking nightmare to be near—that's what brought me back to her.
“Are you okay?”
“I am… but I don’t think you are.” Confusion hits me, but I give her space to talk through whatever she’s holding in. “You could barely look at me at the office.”
“I wasn’t okay then.”
“I know, and I think I know why, but I also don’t think you’re going to like what I have to say.”
I tighten my arms around her, pressing another kiss to her hair. “You know me, baby. I’ll take whatever you’ve got, so just say it.”
She takes a breath deep enough that my gut tenses.
