Then I remembered where we were—in my driveway, for all the neighborhood to see.
It was as if he read my mind when he murmured, “Let’s go inside so I can do all the dirty things to you that I’m fantasizing about without your neighbors watching.”
“Good idea.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Gabe
I was disappointed she wasn’t on board with us continuing to see each other, but when she pulled my cock between her lips and took me deep in her mouth, I decided that was a good consolation prize.
“Fuuuck, sweetheart, that feels so good,” I moaned as I reached for her hair to slow her pace, otherwise I was going to be spurting down her throat in thirty seconds.
She looked up at me when she pulled her mouth off my dick and replaced it with her hand so she could sass, “That’s kind of what I was going for.”
Using her hair as a handle, I steered her face back to my shaft until the tip touched her lips.
“No need to stop, baby.”
Her grin was wicked.
“Good.”
Then, without warning, she engulfed my cock until the tip bobbed against the back of her throat.
My hips jerked, and my hold on her hair tightened.
“You’re not playing fair, sweetheart.”
She slurped off my shaft long enough to mutter, “So?” before resuming her oral attention.
I had no reply, so I just watched, mesmerized, as she moved her mouth up and down on my cock.
Big mistake.
She looked like a siren with my dick in her mouth, and my balls drew up as my spine started to tingle.
With a groan, I pressed on her shoulder and pulled out.
Her eyes were wide when she looked up at me.
“Did I hurt you?”
“Fuck no.” I tugged on her arm to haul her against me. “Just the opposite, darlin’, and there’s no way I’m coming before you do.”
A small smile escaped her lips.
“Yes, that would be tragic.”
“It would be.” My hands skimmed up her sides until I cupped her tits in both palms. “Humor me and my fragile male ego.”
I wasn’t sure she was aware she subtly pressed against my touch.
“I mean, if there’s an orgasm in it for me, who am I to complain?”
Tweaking her right nipple, I corrected her. “We’ve had this discussion before, darlin’. Orgasmssss, plural.”
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