Chapter 16
“Honey! I’m home.”
The sound of Keston’s rich baritone catapults my heart almost out of my chest. A big smile I don’t intend lifts the corners of my mouth.
Damn! I want to be cranky.
I want to complain that he left me here for too long.
But he leaps up the front steps, grabs me up in his arms, and swings me around. His cheerfulness conquers my grumpiness and I’m a grinning ball of dandelion fluff.
I cross my arms on my chest when he puts me down. “I’m mad.”
“Then let me make you feel better.”
Before I can protest, he turns me around, leans me over the deck railing, props a cushion under my stomach, and yanks down my panties.
“Wait, what?”
I watch as my panties go flying across the porch. “I don’t know why you bother to wear these things,” he mutters. “They just get in the way.”
“You can’t make up for everything with sex.”
But it’s too late. My head is hanging over the flower beds. My hands grip the railing for balance. And his hot, wet tongue slides deep into the heat of my core.
His lips purr against my sensitive parts. “You don’t like, baby? Say the word. I’ll stop.”
I grunt. A thickness I know well presses against my pussy.
“Are you fucking or sucking me, make up your mind?” I quarrel.
He laughs merrily. “Both. God, I missed you.”
“It’s only been four hours,” I snap. I won’t admit I’ve missed him too. He’s wearing me down. Turning me into mush.
“You taste sweet like honey.”
My smile returns. I can already feel the excitement building. It doesn’t take long with this man. He stands up and I feel his thick heavy manhood entering my wet pussy.
“Yes, baby.” He slides his cock in and out slowly. Bending forward to cup my breast. “I love this baby.”
As soon as I think he’s got the stroking part down, he pulls out.
“What the hell?”
But his tongue plunges into my pussy. Takes up where his cock left off. Swirling, stroking my pussy with a loud smacking noise.
Sure hard fingers circle my dark hole. Nerve endings twinge with excitement.
My legs shake.
“I’m going to come,” I cry.
“Not yet.”
He pulls his tongue away and I cry out. “No.”
His cock plunges back into my pussy. It’s torture. He pumps a couple times then pulls out, pressing his hot tongue where his cock abandoned.
This time I reach behind to grip his head. I hold his head to my ass, forcing him to lick my pussy.
“Oh God, right there,” I murmur. “I can’t bear it.”
His mouth envelops my entire pussy. Tongue skating up and down like he’s playing scales on a piano. My clit trembles under his fingers.
Every nerve in my body is on fire. Excitement rises within. I am a bottle ready to pop.
My pussy opens up wider under his ministrations.
It’s like they were made for each other. His tongue. My pussy.
He sucks my clit plunging a finger into my hole at the same time. In and out, hard and soft. Maintaining the pressure as I twist and turn, my body writhing with rapture.
I almost scare myself with my loud scream of pleasure.
“My turn,” he grunts.
Keeping his fingers on my clit, he stands up and plunges his cock into my clenching pussy.
I feel his body shaking as he leans over me.
I push my ass back against his dick, loving every hard stroke he’s giving me.
“Baby, I can fuck you here all day.”
“Do it,” I dare him.
He spreads my ass cheeks and pitches deeper. I close my eyes and take it.
There’s nothing better than the deep, sweet satisfaction of making my man shout my name.
His milk trickles down my leg mixing with mine. I’m a mess. And I love it.
He falls against my back, nuzzles my neck.
“Good God, woman. You’re a drug.”
Something inside me shifts. A heart, a womb, a space for forever. The truth hits me.
I’m going to make babies with this man. And he’s here for it all.