Chapter 47 #2
“Stop. This isn’t how sex works—we both leave taken care of.
This isn’t a one-way street. You’ve finished before, twice, without even touching yourself.
And it was the fucking hottest thing in my life.
But,” —her touch dances across my thighs— “I’m glad you didn’t finish yet.
” She tiptoes her fingers around the base of my shaft, and goddammit, I’m fighting to stay in control.
Black licorice. Overtime loss. Low social media engagement.
“Now that you’ve had a taste of me,” —her fingers still, light as a feather as she touches my cock through my sweats, my hips bucking at the contact— “I want a taste of you.”
“Fucking hell,” I groan. “I’m not going to last long.”
She pops her smoldering eyes up to mine.
“In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t care if you come in your fucking pants, last two seconds or two hours.
You make me feel unbelievably good I want to return the favor.
” My dick twitches when she reaches the tip.
I drop my head onto the pillows. “You okay, pretty-boy?”
“Yes,” I whisper with a shuddered breath.
She kneels between my legs, leaning forward with her fucking gorgeous, full tits hanging down like the most perfect pears straight from the holy grail of Genovia for my pre-game snack.
I need to make this a new part of my routine.
She pulls my joggers and boxers down in one move.
Her eyes widen as my dick bobs free. “Goddamn.” She licks her lips as a wicked grin spreads across her cheeks.
“It is really unfair how fucking perfect you are.”
“You’re gonna give me a big head,” I joke breathlessly, trying to maintain my composure for at least the two sections she mentioned.
“I think we’re already there.” She winks as she licks up the full length of my cock.
My entire body writhes as I white-knuckle the sheets.
“Holy shit.” She places her mouth around me, her lips fully surrounding my swollen head and licking the pre-cum from my slit.
She flicks and swirls her tongue around me before taking me deeper into her mouth.
My abs tighten as I place my hand on her head.
Not to hold it down, just to give her quiet reassurance that she’s perfect.
She’s everything. She’s my every wish, and now she has her goddamn lips wrapped around my dick.
Maybe this is heaven.
She moves up and down my cock, her hands gripping my thighs.
I suck in a sharp breath as her teeth graze my skin, the muscles in my abs clenching so goddamn tight I know I’m going to be sore in the morning.
Fucking hell; she knows what she’s doing.
Going down farther, she takes in my entire length, and I can feel the back of her throat.
Holy mother fucking balls, I can’t hold it much longer.
“Fuck,” I groan, “I’m so close.”
I ease her back and instinctively grab my dick, barely stroking it before my body jerks, cum spilling onto my hands and dripping down my cock.
I settle deeper into the mattress as I come down from my high.
I’ve done this so many times before. Thinking about her, imagining it was her.
This time, though…it was with her. Her hands, her body, her mouth on me.
“I think I might die right now,” I barely whisper.
She kisses her way up my body, inch by inch, finally settling next to me, resting her head on my chest. “Don’t die, pretty-boy. You have a lot of talents to share with the world.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I say with a wry smile, kissing the top of her head as her fingers mindlessly run across my stomach.
We lie in silence, basking in the aftermath of our orgasms, as I feel her breathing slow, the most perfect woman finally asleep in my arms. My cheeks lift as my heart soars.
I can’t believe this is my life. I gingerly kiss the top of her head, careful not to disturb her.
Fuck…I can’t believe I just went down on Kennedy Kramer.
I fully understand that quote from The Little Mermaid about it being better down where it’s wetter.
I’ve never done that, too scared to even try before.
Too scared to trust someone enough to try.
I bite my lip—goddammit, why is my life so much like that movie?
Ursula tricked Ariel for her own gain, and that’s exactly what Angelica did to me. Fucking sea witches.
But just like Ariel, I survived. My very own Prince Eric rescued me and is sleeping peacefully against my chest. If only Kennedy could ram a ship into the fucking sea witch that held my life hostage for so long. God, the money I would pay for that to happen.
I rub circles on her back, my body filled with a warmth I never thought possible.
We’ve slept in the same bed before, but this feels different.
Words on the tip of my tongue I’ve not dared to say give me hope that maybe, just maybe, she would stay.
That maybe she feels this undeniable pull, too.
Hope that maybe we could find our way to forever.