“Be still my beating heart,” she deadpanned. But he could see how his body affected her. Since he still wasn’t wearing a shirt from bath time, he was nearly bare for her. Dosia licked her lips.
“I’m manly enough to admit that you’re going to need to do about ninety-five percent of the work, but I’m all yours.”
Dosia laughed. “If I have to do that much work, I’d rather just use my vibrator.” When Pumpkin’s face lit up at those words, Dosia backtracked. “No, stop! Not happening.”
“Please…” Pumpkin begged. He fucking loved the idea of watching her fuck herself with a vibrator.
“No!” Dosia protested. “Now, come on. If I’m going to ride you, I need you further up on the bed.”
“Such a romantic,” Pumpkin chastised. “I can really feel the love emanating from you.”
She removed her shirt and bra, baring her incredible breasts to him. His cock twitched. “If you’re only doing five percent of the work then you only get five percent of a say on what happens next.”
Pumpkin’s grin was devilish. Using his arms, he dragged himself backwards up the bed. His pants slid from his legs as he did. He flopped back like a starfish, his head on his pillow. “I’m yours. Take me.”
Dosia shook her head at his antics. “Oh, I plan to,” she said, removing her pants and panties. They were both gloriously nakednow. “Just remember,” she added as she crawled between his legs. “You asked for this.”
Dosia crawledup the bed between Pumpkin’s legs. His thighs were so thick, like tree trunks. He spread them wider, the closer she got. She watched his dark eyes, loving how fixated on her they were. It made her feel powerful, special, worshipped. Like nothing could take his attention away from her.
His body was a work of art. His short hair and full beard, his thick neck and even thicker arms… The hard lines of his pecs and abs. She’d even Googled what the lines at his hips were called, and discovered the term ‘Adonis Belt’.
And his tattoos. Dosia never knew tattoos could be such a turn-on.
She crooked her head. When they’d had sex in her bookstore, it had been rushed, fevered. She hadn’t had time to reallylookat him. Over the past several weeks, she’d seen him numerous times without his shirt on. Sometimes it seemed like he was taking it off just because. And she tried her hardest not to stare. She really did, but sometimes her eyes wandered without her permission. She already knew he had SJ’s first and middle name over his heart.
“When did you add JJ’s name?” she asked.
“About two weeks ago,” he answered, his voice gruff.
She cocked her head. “Before we sent in the Amendment?”
“She’s mine, baby. A fucking piece of paper doesn’t change that.” He tapped his chest whereJuniper Jacquelinewas written underSeth Junior. “Your name’s going on next,fiancée,” he said pointedly.
Dosia’s cheeks flushed. “You do realize you went from being my one-night stand to being my co-parent to being my fiancé. Kind of feels like we missed a step somewhere along the way.”
He shrugged. “Makes no difference to me. You’re mine, and I’m never giving you back.”
Dosia smiled at those words, the certainty he had. “You keepsaying how I’m yours, how the kids are yours… But you seem to keep forgetting one very important thing.”
Pumpkin raised a questioning eyebrow.
Dosia reached forward to grip his cock. She wasn’t a good judge of eyeballing length, but he was big with trimmed pubes at the base and over his balls. He didn’t have an excessive amount of body hair. She liked that, though she really wouldn’t have minded either way.
“You’re ours too,” she declared before dropping her mouth down over his hard length.
Maybe Dosia was in the minority, but shelikedgiving blowjobs. She liked the power play, and how easy it was to bring a man to his knees. The thing she didn’t like was when it was assumed or expected. When guys tried to use the act to dominateher. Dosia much preferred when she was the instigator.
Pumpkin had already proven that he didn’t mind going down on her. The beard burn between her thighs had been a continuous reminder of that for days after their time together at the bookstore. And she loved that, because oral sex between them wouldn’t be one sided. She’d never sixty-nined before, but it was something she’d always been interested in trying.
Pumpkin groaned as she took him deep, hollowing her cheeks and licking her tongue up the underside. His legs splayed open as his hips bucked, but Dosia put her hands on his inner thighs to hold him steady.
Dosia breathed through her nose as she relaxed the back of her throat. If he thrust now, he’d cut off her air, and she much preferred to be the one in control when that happened. Taking a deep breath, she pushed him in as far as she could take him, her nose right up against the base of his groin, and swallowed.
He cursed. “Oh, fucking hell! Dosia!”
Thatright there was what she loved. The feeling of victory that she was able to break her man’s control, his need to always beon. For a few precious seconds,shewas in control. She had no doubt Pumpkin would take it back, and rather forcefully, but she was very okay with that.
Dosia backed off, needing to breathe. She bobbed up and down his length, working to keep him on edge. Her hands were not idling by either. She massaged his legs where she held him, up and down the hard muscle of his thighs. Going close to the base of his dick, but not touching him there. Popping her mouth off the rounded head of his cock, Dosia licked down the underside until she reached his balls. They hung heavily and he let out a whining groan as she paid them equal attention.
