“Good girl,” he groans, confirming my actions. “Just like that. Suck me in deep.”
I moan around his hard cock and look up at him, desperate for more approval, as I open my throat wider to take him even deeper.
“Fuck, you look at me like that with those innocent blue eyes, and you know I’m going to unload in your throat.”
Yes! I love this!
I move my head back and forth, tasting the bits of come that spill from his tip as I work. Whimpering and moaning, I keep blinking up at him, tears rolling down my cheeks as he fucks my throat deep.
We’re not being quiet anymore. I try to remember before I moan again, but the sound won’t mute, and with the houseas quiet as it is, there’s no way someone on the other side of the door couldn’t tell what we’re doing. There’s a very specific sucking and popping noise that’s happening. Even I’d know what it is.
“Right there, sweet girl. Right fucking there. Drain my cock. Make me proud.” He pants and growls as he speaks, the tension in his thighs squeezing against my palm as I hold his muscular thigh with one hand, the other still on his massive cock.
Oh God, yes!
I work harder, desperate to make him proud, desperate for his come.
A second later, I get it! My mouth floods with warm, salty heat as he pumps into me slowly, his hard stomach hitting my forehead with each feral thrust. “Good fucking girl. Just like that.” His voice is breathy. “Clean my cock. Lick it good. Get every drop.”
His load still in the back of my throat, I lick and suck his cock, cleaning off every salty bit, suckling at the tip as he jumps and growls.
“Fuck.” He pulls his cock from my mouth as though it’s too sensitive to touch. “Open your mouth for me and stick out your tongue. I want to see all the hard work you did.”
Eyes on him, I stick my tongue out and let his hot come spill from my lips, down off my chin, and then onto my breasts. Every bit drip, drip, dripping down further and further until it reaches my belly, and the mound at the top of my pussy.
“Jesus Christ, you look good with my come all over you,” he growls low and rough, like he’s out of control.
I swallow hard as he admires me, my heartbeat wild and erratic.
It’s then that there’s a soft knock on the door. “Hey, man. Trouble at the distillery. You’re gonna want to get down there.”
My heart stills and heat rushes over me with some kind of panic-embarrassment combo that I’m not sure how to handle.
Benny is awake. How do I get out of the room if he’s awake?
Ryker takes my hands and helps me up from the floor as he talks through the door to Benny. “I’ll be right out.”
When I hear my brother’s footsteps move back through the house, I blink up at Ryker for direction. “He heard everything. I was moaning so loud.”
“You take a shower. Get cleaned up.” He kisses my forehead. “I’ll handle Benny and whatever’s going on down at the bar. When I’m gone, go to breakfast with your brother.”
I shake my head. “I want to go with you.”
Leaning in, he kisses the top of my forehead and lands his palm against my soaking pussy. “My job is to keep you safe. Let me do that right now. Tonight I’ll take you to the farm store and we’ll pick up some of the chicks you’ve been looking at.”
I like to think I’m not a simple girl. That rather I’m the type that works hard and buys what I want because I’ve earned it, not because some man came along and bought it for me.
That said… this feeling right here, the one where a big, giant man listened to what I wanted and wants to give it to me, on top of protection, pleasure, and care… I’m not sure how to pretend this isn’t the best feeling ever.
He kisses my forehead as he guides me into the ensuite bathroom, twists the shower on for me, and helps me inside. “Be good today. You don’t get to see your brother a lot. Enjoy his company. Love you, trouble.”
Love you.My heart squeezes and a shot of something warm and sweet fills my belly.
He loves me. He said he loves me. He said he loves me like he’s been saying it every day forever.
I mean to say it back, but I must have been in my head too long because he’s already left the room. He’s left, and I’m stood with hot water spilling down over my chest, rinsing away the last of his come, wondering how the hell I’m going to transition into a casual conversation with my brother.
How do I have a conversation with him about starting my farm or his firm when I’ve had his best friend’s cock in nearly all my holes this weekend? How do I have small talk about the newest pie flavor at the diner when I’ve been on my knees with his buddy’s come dripping off my face?
