“Amos,” she said softly.
“You don’t have to,” I said, and I meant it.
But she dropped to the floor and opened her mouth, and I’d never seen a more beautiful sight in my life than Shelly-Rae Anderson on her knees, ready to suck my cock.
I groaned and slid home between her lips, one hand cupping the back of her head, my fingers threading gently into her curls. I kept my touch careful even as I thrust, watching her face, reading every signal.
“That’s it, baby,” I breathed, my voice dropping low and reverent. “That’s perfect. Just like that. Take all of me.”
How many times had I jacked off to this exact vision?
Too many to count. Hundreds of times. Maybe even thousands.
She was the woman who haunted my thoughts, robbed me of sleep, made my cock throb out of control whenever she was near.
It wasn’t going to take much of this. Not with Shelly’s lips wrapped around my cock.
One good thrust.
Then another.
Her eyes widened, but she let me do that to her, my thrusts growing stronger, deeper, even as I maintained control.
Oh, baby. Fucking hell.
And then I was making love to her mouth, watching her take me in, her eyes locked on mine the entire time.
My hand knotted in her hair, bringing her mouth forward to meet the thrust of my cock until we found a rhythm that made me feel crazy inside.
“That’s it, Shelly. Take my cock,”I growled, losing control.
I thrust deeper, her gaze holding mine, and that was what broke me completely.
I groaned, loud and unguarded as I came, the sound bouncing off Dylan’s bare pine walls as I let go, my whole body locking up as I released into her in long, devastating pulses.
I kept my hand gently on the back of her head, stroking her hair while I emptied myself, lost in this moment.
“Drink me down, Shelly,” I rasped. “Every last drop.”
And she did.
When it was over I lay back on the mattress staring up at Dylan’s ceiling with my chest heaving, and let out a long, satisfied exhale as my heart hammered along.
“Holy fucking shit, Shelly. You know how to tear a man apart. That,” I announced to the room, “was fuckingamazing.”
I turned my head and grinned at her as she got up off her knees and wiped her mouth delicately, then settled on the bed next to me, curling into my arms.
Chapter 5
Shelly
Amos wrecked me one more time.
Then again. And again.
In between, he seemed almost at a loss for words, nervous energy pouring off him every time I tried to cuddle.
Having sex with him had definitely been everything I’d always thought it would be.
