She nods as she sucks me deeper, and my hips pump wildly as drool rolls down her chin. I love making her messy, seeing her at my mercy.
My vision blurs at the edges, knees threatening to buckle as I stare down at her lips stretched around me. “That’s it, baby. Like that. Can you take more?”
She hums in response as I feel myself barreling toward the finish line. My restraint shatters with each lap of her tongue.
“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”
My spine tingles, my release on the edge. One more thrust, and—
“Wren, I’m com—”
She sucks me hard, whimpering as I come all over her tongue. I moan her name as I release her hair, bringing my thumb and forefinger to her chin.
“Open.”
Wren’s mouth parts, and I groan at the sight of my cum coating her tongue.
“Such a good fucking girl.” I drag my finger through my release, watching it slide over the corner of her mouth. “Swallow. Don’t waste a fucking drop.”
Her mouth closes, throat bobbing as she swallows. Her tongue flicks out as she cleans the corner of her mouth before leaning forward and running her tongue up my shaft. My body shudders from the sensitivity.
As she licks my cock, cleaning up her mess, I don’t miss the rattle of the front door handle.
“Don’t—” I shout. “Don’t come in!”
Wren’s eyes widen as she starts to pull away. She doesn’t get far because I’m leaning down and pressing my lips againsthers. There’s no mistaking what she’s been up to, not with her swollen lips. It makes my dick twitch.
“Your mouth was made to take my cock.” I run my hand down the column of her throat. “The way you swallow every drop. You’re fucking perfect, Wren. Perfectly fucking mine.”
A bashful grin takes over her face as I help her to her feet, tucking my half-hard cock behind the waistband of my gym shorts.
“Is the coast clear?” Nate calls out.
“Yeah,” I shout.
He steps through the doorway, eyes looking everywhere but at Wren and me. His girlfriend, Rachel, and her son, Corbin, follow behind.
“Ever heard of a fucking lock?”
“Swear jar,” Corbin says, and Nate rolls his eyes.
“Sometimes it’s warranted,” he grumbles.
I squeeze Wren’s hip as she passes. Both of us share a knowing look.
This woman is going to be my undoing, and I’ve never been happier.
Chapter 46
Wren
“Youready?”Jett’svoicestartles me from where I’m sitting in my mom’s office.
I spin toward him, the old desk chair creaking as I clutch my chest. “You scared me.”
“Sorry, baby.” He steps closer, leaning down and pressing a kiss to my temple. My lips quirk at the gesture.
“I need a few more minutes, if that’s okay?”
