Chapter Six Gal Friday #4
A strangled sound passes my lips, and I’m sure it means yes, but I can’t find the words to explain that it feels better than good.
It feels forbidden, and perfect, and awe-inspiring.
I have the man of my dreams between my legs.
I’ve had champagne and car chases; I’ve had undercover work and been carried in big strong arms.
“Heaven!” I cry out, and a waterfall of pleasure, bigger than anything I’ve ever felt before, rolls over me as Sam’s mouth and fingers work their magic.
I got to see my girl coming all over my hand, her pretty pussy dancing on my fingertips, pretty, spasming walls practically begging for my cock.
My cock is also begging for her.
When Susie’s done, I’m quick to climb into bed properly and spoon her close, my cock rubbing against her rear. I’m going to come on her soft, creamy pink skin, my hand still exploring her juicy pussy, hopefully pushing her to a second peak while I have my first.
But Susie has other ideas. After a few seconds of blissful cuddling, she rolls.
My cock is against her belly. Knot against her curls.
Before I can warn her that this is too much temptation for a needy bastard like me, at least tonight, she’s got her hand wrapped around my cock, and she’s taking the position I just held.
Down. Head between my thighs, looking at me up close.
Before I can try to explain away the bulbous knot at the base, Susie’s hand is squeezing it, earning a low howl from me.
“Shoot! Oh, Sam, I’m sorry!”
“It feels amazing. But it’s extra sensitive. Not everyone has that little bit of extra padding.”
“Some men do?”
“Very few.”
“What do you call it?”
“A knot.”
“I suppose it is rather like when you walk into the low beams in the shed and get a knot on your noggin—just not on your noggin.”
I laugh and fall more in love. She’s so calm, just making things fit in the boxes she knows, fearless and curious, and mine. Before I can stop myself, my hips are slowly humping her hand, cock sliding through her fingers with slippery trails of precum making me glide in and out of her fist.
“Happy hips,” she appraises, and then—oh, then— Susie opens her mouth and sucks on my tip, just like I did to her moments ago.
“You don’t have to. Some women don’t like that,” I gasp out.
“Why? It’s just kisses. You said only the good ones love their ladies like that, with your mouth on me. Turnabout is fair play, isn’t that what they say?”
I can’t reply right away, not with her hand massaging my knot and her mouth working to pull more and more of my cock into her pretty, pouty mouth. She goes too deep, gags, gasps, and readjusts.
No quitter, not my Gal Friday. “You’re so good to me. This is just extra. Extra I don’t need.”
“But you want?” Susie hits the nail on the head, swipes her tongue around my crown, and proceeds to suck three-quarters of my cock back into her mouth.
In seconds, she’s learned the depth that she likes, and she’s humming around me as she bobs, sometimes her head to the right, sometimes to the left, lost in her own little world—just like I was lost in her.
I’m lost now, lying helpless in her hands, twitching in her mouth, groaning out I don’t know what kind of praises, curses, and nonsense. “No one ever has,” I finally gasp.
“Good. This should just be for your wife, Mr. Silverman.”
“Agreed, Future Mrs. Silverman,” I pant, almost coming out of my skin when Susie gives me a determined look, and then takes my entire length into her mouth, the tip passing the soft juncture of her throat.
Her lips briefly kiss my knot, and then she’s coughing and gasping, looking at me with puzzled eyes.
“I think it’s not fair,” she complains, pouting at me and ensnaring me with a single swipe of her tongue over her bottom lip. “My bead is tiny. You can fit the whole thing in your mouth, easy. This is a whopper. How’s a girl supposed to put all of this in her mouth?”
“Some men are smaller—and the ones built more along my lines don’t ask a lady to do that. Just as much as feels comfortable is all your man should ever want. I wouldn’t mind if you never did it again. If you don’t like it, there are a hundred other ways for us to love each other.”
“Who said I didn’t like it? I love it! Especially when you start babbling. Imagine me having this much power over the mighty Sam Silverman,” she teases, and sucks me into her mouth.
My wolf rumbles contentedly inside, the feel of our mate cocooning us in her sweet, hot mouth, sucking gently, but responding to my urgent hips and frantic grunts by picking up the pace.
She doesn’t point out that I seem animalistic and rough.
The gentleman I’ve tried to be to her is flawed, and tears in my facade expose my secret, even though Susie doesn’t realize it just yet.
She moves with me, eyes closed, fist squeezing and mouth bobbing faster.
Sucking harder.
I push my palm against her throat with a desperate hiss, lifting her pretty mouth away seconds before I pour out the biggest load I’ve ever made.
For my mate. That should be inside of her.
But it looks so damnable seductive as it is now, dripping all down her pretty neck and big, soft breasts. “Sorry, baby. I’ll run you a bath.”
“That’s okay. That means it was good?”
“It was beyond good, Susie. It was perfect. You were perfect.” I scoop her up and carry her to the bathroom across the hall. It’s clean (okay, a little dusty in the corners) and simple, but it’ll do.
“You were just perfect, too,” she murmurs, and goes to kiss me—then stops, as if I’d worry about where her mouth has been.
Nope. I kiss her hard, wondering just how in the world I can keep what’s mine without ruining it.