Chapter Six
Cyrus
I’m not sure I’m going to be able to go slow any longer. “You taste so good, sweetheart.” I lap up the juices she’s spilled on my tongue and nibble her shaking thighs. She’s just come, but I already want to see her come again. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.”
It’s the truest statement I’ve ever spoken. This woman ticks every box in every possible way. The floral scent in her hair, her thick thighs against my face, her swollen breasts, her sounds, her movements. Every inch of her is perfection, inside and out.
She grins and stares down at me, her soft hair resting on her shoulders. “I need you inside of me right now.” There’s an ache in her voice that draws pre-come from the tip of my cock immediately.
Her arms wrap around my shoulders, and I help lower her down off the countertop.
“You need my cock, sweetheart?”
“How bad is it?” she pants, stroking me through my jeans.
“Bad enough that I’m regretting not buying condoms.”
“Okay, well, I’m clean. Are you?”
I nod, knowing full well that’s a true statement. “Haven’t been with anyone in years.”
“So, you’re just as desperate right now as I am.” She unbuckles my jeans and tugs them to the ground slowly.
Fuck, I don’t want to embarrass myself and come in three seconds, but I’m not sure I’ve got a long-term ride in me tonight. I’ve never been more turned on in my life.
“Sit in that chair, right there.” I guide her down into the oak dining chair to the left of the kitchen.
Her round ass spreads as she sits, and my cock gets harder. “Good girl. Now take me in.”
Staring up at me and never losing eye contact, she slides her tongue up and over my balls, before putting the head of my cock into her warm mouth as her hands reach around to grab my ass.
I finger through her hair and moan. “Fuck…” I hold her head in place on both sides, driving the rhythm, shoving my cock into her throat hard and fast until she’s gagging on my length and tears stream down her pretty face. It’s not that I like the tears, but I like knowing I’ve gone so deep.
Fuck. How the hell did I get here? This woman is everything and I’m a fucking nobody. I have nothing to offer her and I’m probably twice her age. I shouldn’t be messing around with her like this. I knew that coming in, yet twenty minutes later, I’m acting like a fool.
I watch closely as her wet, pink lips slide on my cock and her tongue twists around the head.
“Fuck… don’t stop.” Anticipation builds, and though I want to last, I doubt I will. She looks too damn good bare naked. Her soft, smooth skin, and the way she moans against my cock as she sucks… I know I said I’d be whatever she wants, but I’m going to need more of her, of this, of everything.
I need to own her, to make her mine. I want to take care of her and this baby, protecting them both from whatever life can throw at them.
I thrust into her mouth again and again, massaging her hard tits as she moans around my dick. Her nipples are so fucking hard that my mouth salivates. I need to run my tongue over them, feel the hard spears in my mouth as I suck.
“Good girl, keep going.” She strokes me in her tiny hand as she sucks deeper and harder.
It’s then that there’s a high-pitched horn sounding in the driveway followed by the slamming of a car door. Grace looks up at me, my cock still in her throat.
Maybe I should tell her to stop. I’m sure that would be the right thing to do, but I’m so close. “Keep going. I’m almost there.”
Moaning against my cock, she sucks me deep into her throat.
With my hand on the back of her head, I thump forward and growl as I fuck her pretty mouth.
“Oh fuck!”
She moans and gags with each thrust, and without warning, I’m coming… hard.
Good fucking God! What the fuck? My vision goes dark for a moment as I ride out the orgasm against her tongue, completely forgetting about the car door I heard slam a few moments before.
It’s not until the door swings open with a warm breeze that I’m reminded.
In the doorway, a boy. The boy I saw at the bar last night. The boy in the same T-shirt he wore yesterday. The boy with the messy fucking hair and the swollen nose. The fucking boy who had me arrested.
Grace pulls her warm mouth off my cock, swallowing down my come before standing from the table. I wrap her in a nearby blanket and situate her behind me as I tug up my jeans.
The asshole laughs as he says, “Fuck, dude. I didn’t think I’d be right about the slut thing.”
Grace steps out from behind me. She’s shaking. “Jason, get the hell out of my house.”
“No way.” The kid takes another step inside and holds up his phone as though he’s filming. “I need the courts to know what an unfit mother you are. You’re fucking strangers when you’re about to give birth. That’s real classy, Grace.”
She steps toward the asshole as though she’s going to tear the phone out of his hand, but I can’t let him near her. My body won’t allow that. I react without thought, my hand on her waist.
“Sit down. I’m handling this.”
“No!” she barks and stares at me as though she’s not fucking around. “Get out of my way!”
In most circumstances, I’d listen to this angel, but right now she’s in no state to fight. “I’m trying to take care of you. I don’t want you near that guy.”
Her brows narrow and her voice deepens as though she wants me to know she’s serious when she says, “And I didn’t ask for your help. I told you, I’m dealing with it. Move!”
Having been raised by a hyper-independent woman, I know how this song and dance goes. Once they get their minds set to something, it’s best to work with the current than against it.
I cup her stiff shoulders in my hands and work them over slowly. “Alright, Batman. Let’s see what ya got.”
She bites back a grin and rolls her eyes. “I’m not Batman.”
“You are tonight. Go get him. I’ll be your Robin. Tag me in if you need anything.”
Nodding, she steps toward the asshole and grabs for his phone, but he tugs it away. While this is happening, I assess the situation. He isn’t trying to hit her, and he doesn’t seem to have any weapons with him, so I’m not sure how much damage he can do.
Allowing Grace to have control, I step behind the lanky little prick in front of me and angle my foot in front of his ankle, toppling him down onto the ground.
Thankfully, Grace doesn’t see the move. She just smiles and grabs his phone as he falls.
“It’s still recording. One click and the whole thing goes live.” His dark eyes are wide with bullshit. If he wanted to go live, he would’ve gone there to begin with.
I glance toward Grace who’s going through the phone. “Are we good? Can I take him outside?”
She nods, and I grab him by the back of his shirt before dragging him through the front door and onto the porch where the sun is setting behind the pines. It’s a beautiful night, actually. Warm with a gentle breeze. The perfect temperature for fucking someone up.
For some reason the asshole doesn’t stand. He lays there cowering, his lip still split from the punches I gave him the night before.
“You can stop,” he begs. “I’m not gonna post that video.”
“You’re right you’re not,” I laugh, “because we’ve got the phone. You know what else you’re not gonna do?”
The kid shakes his head and stares at me as though his elevator doesn’t go all the way to the top.
I land my foot on his ribcage and stare down at him. “You’re not coming back here, and you’re not talkin’ to Grace again. You’re not confusing this baby with your bullshit. Tell me you understand.”
“I understand,” he stutters as he climbs up off the ground, wiping the dirt off his shirt. “I do need my phone back, though. I—”
I step toward him, using my size to intimidate. “If you come back here, I’ll make sure no one ever finds your body. Have I made myself clear?”
He stares back at me for a long moment, and I wonder if he’s going to try some shit.
I kind of wish he would.
“Got it.” He kicks his boot against the gravel driveway as he stalks toward his car.
What the fuck is wrong with people?
“That wasn’t dramatic or anything.” Grace stands in the doorway, her pretty dress back in place, blowing in the breeze. “God, he was filming from the window before he came inside. So… if you want a playback of me sucking your dick, we have one.” A tear rolls down her face. “I don’t know what I’m going to do. He’s such a mess. How did I ever let our relationship get this far?”
I step toward her, my hand on the side of her face. “You’re not blaming yourself. Say it. You need to hear it.”
She stares up at me as though I’ve grown an extra head.
“I’m serious. The more you say it, the more credence it has. You’re not to blame.”
“I’m not to blame,” she feathers back through her hair and swallows hard, “but I made the choices. I dated him. I stayed when I knew he was cheating. I kept sleeping with him even when it didn’t feel right.”
My fingertips weave into her silky hair. “You are not to blame. Say it again.”
Her brows narrow as though she wants to fight it, but eventually her pretty pink lips part. “I’m not to blame.”
“Good girl. Do you know why you’re not to blame?”
She shakes her head and stares up at me with the sweetest, most innocent stare that leaves my cock aching for her again.
“You’re not to blame because you’re the most perfect woman I’ve ever met.”
Her shoulders lower. “That’s not true. I’m not perfect. I’m—”
“You’re perfect,” I lean into her lips and kiss her slowly, breathing in the sweetest floral scent, “believe me.” I take the phone from her hand and delete the video before smashing it into the ground. I’ll throw it in the river later, but right now, I have more pressing matters at hand.