“I wanna stay for as long as you’ll have me.” I kissed his lips.
“I wanna have you for as long as you’ll stay.”
Someone cleared their throat, and we both looked up. The server was there with our food. I hustled out of Quentin’s lap and into my own seat. My heart thundered in my chest at his admission. It was safe for me to fall because he would catch me. I was ready to fall.
“Huhm,” she moaned before covering the tip of my dick in the warmth and wetness of her mouth.
Slowly, her tongue moved over my rigidness. Her breath was warm when she popped me out of her mouth and blew softly on the opening. Pre-cum oozed out, and she swiped it up with her tongue—opening her mouth wide to show it to me, before humming again softly. Then she slid me into her throat, letting me feel her tonsils while she gagged.
“Um. You taste so good, Q,” she said when she finally released me from her vise-grip jaws. I wasn’t out of her mouth long. Soon enough, the head of my dick disappeared again.
I fought with myself to keep from grabbing her hair. “Oh yeah?” I questioned through gritted teeth. “What it taste like, baby?”
“Heaven. Something I want in my mouth all the time.” She licked my shaft from the tip to the base. “And you smell so damn good. Manly. Like big muscles and good dick.”
That actually made me chuckle. She was trying to fuck up my entire mind. She didn’t need to gas me; I was already blown on her.
She nuzzled her face in my balls. Jealousy gripped my chest for a second. Who the fuck taught her how to be so good at sucking dick? Was there some other nig?—
She interrupted my thoughts when her moist mouth enveloped my entire dick.
“Shit!” slipped from my mouth before I could catch it. She was making me lose control.
Her small hands were on my shaft working it, while she paid attention to the head and occasionally swallowed me whole. She wasn’t talking, but I could feel the reverence she had for me through the way she was taking her time with my dick.
Eastley wasn’t rushing or treating the act like something she couldn’t wait to get through. She was licking and sucking like she had all the time in the world. She hummed on my dick like it literally was the best tasting thing she’d ever had in her mouth.
This girl was my fucking baby. She was giving me head like I was the king of her world.
“The way I feel about you, E? You don’t even understand it,” I told her honestly. She had brought me back to life. She showed me that God still gave gifts. He still did miracles. She was a fucking miracle. She wasmyfucking miracle.
Her watery eyes met mine. Even as the messy bun on top of her head unraveled, saliva trickled down her chin, and the girth of my dick stretched her swollen lips to their limits. Shewas beautiful. Innocent looking, put-together Eastley looked so disheveled but so damn radiant. I was falling for her, and it didn’t have anything to do with her dick-sucking skills. It was about who she was. How pure her heart was.
Heat started to radiate through my body. My stomach muscles tightened, and my legs started to buckle. I let myself dig my fingers into her hair and pull her closer. I pumped into her face and busted in her mouth, yelling out, “Fuck!”
She sucked me dry while I fought not to drop to my knees and propose to her. Once I regained control of my body, I lifted her from the floor and walked her over to the window. I turned her so that she was facing it, her breasts pressed against the windowpanes. I spread her legs and eased inside her. Her hands went up, her palms flat against the glass, while she pushed her fat ass into me. I kissed and sucked her neck from behind, before snaking my arms around her and cupping a breast in each of my hands. I rolled her nipples between my fingers while I sank my teeth into the soft flesh of her shoulder.
“Q.” She moaned softly as her knees buckled a little.
I held her up, pinching her nipples. “You’re so fucking wet, baby.” I thrust into her, forcing her into the window.
“Yes.” Her voice was both breathy and pitchy.
I lifted her right leg and rhythmically rocked into her from a different angle. An angle that had my dick rubbing against Eastley’s clit with every upstroke. An angle that had her screaming out and trying to fuck me back.
“Q!” she hummed from the pleasure. “Ooh, Q. It’s so fucking good.” She dragged my name out and met every stroke with a counterstroke of her own.
My stomach was in knots, and my mind was somewhere over the damn rainbow.“Shit, baby! Shit!” I bit down on her neck as my frantic fingers found her hair and tugged on it.
It wasn’t long before I roared through the orgasm that had been building. I fell against her, smashing her into the glass of the windowpane. I dropped kisses in the crook of her neck and across her shoulder blades while easing out of her. “You’ve got my heart,” I muttered, pulling my body off hers and standing up straight.
“You’ve got mine too.”
After a leisurely shower, we sat down to eat the breakfast I’d ordered for us.
“Thank you for closing the studio today and spending this morning with me,” E told me as she popped a forkful of waffles into her mouth.
“I haven’t done that in years.” I swallowed my breakfast potatoes. “In the last couple of years, I started to hate slow Saturdays.”
