I won’t.
Her begging fuels me more. I grip her hips tighter, hoping I don’t bruise her, but knowing it’s probably already too late.
"I need you to come for me again, baby," I tell her, and her body convulses under my grip, pussy tightening around me.
Turning to face me, she drops to her knees, and a devilish grin wipes the innocence clean off her face. She places the tip of my rock-hard cock onto her tongue to tease me, gradually taking more and more of me inside her mouth, until she has to steady herself.
Licking and sucking me, she takes my length as far back as her throat will allow.
"Fuck.Fuck," I hiss.
I don’t have any other words in my vocabulary.
I need to come inside of her, and I need to do it now. I need to feel the warmth of her pussy wrapped around my cock as I cross the finish line after her.
As soon as the thought crosses my mind, I act on it. Picking her body up off the ground, I throw her onto the bed, sliding inside of her before both of our bodies shudder in unison, coming together one last time.
Panting, she rolls onto her back as I lay next to her, bringing her head to rest onto my chest.
"I didn’t realize you were so..."
"I guess you bring it out of me"” She shrugs, giggling beside me, grazing her fingertips across my scar.
"Well, I loved it." I laugh, kissing her lips one last time, and her cheeks flush a soft shade of pink.
"What time is your flight?" She quickly changes the subject, snatching her hand away from my chest, reaching for her phone.
I miss her touch already.
"I fly out at twelve." Disappointment briefly appears on her face, but she disguises it with a soft, genuine smile.
"I’ll miss you when you’re gone," she says sadly, and I reach my arms out for her to hold her tighter.
"Whatever you need to do, just know I’ll be waiting for you when you get back," I reply, trying to reassure her.
Because no matter what, everything will be okay.
Wewill be okay.
"Do you promise?"
"I promise."
Placing a final kiss on my lips, she rolls over to get out of the bed, packing her suitcase while I pack mine, and we head our separate ways.
***
"Do we have any updates on the house?" I ask Robbie as he sits across from me in my office at Wingrove Estates, sipping on a glass of our newest blend.
"Beau and the guys are working on the final touches of the draft. I think you’re going to be really happy with what they’ve created.” He beams, knowing how important this project is to me.
My future home.
Beau is the lead architect for Beckett Designs, and we’ve used them for all of our work over the last two years.
They’re working on the Mercury Hotel for us, too.
"How was California and the expo?" he asks, putting his glass down on the desk in front of him.
