With lightning speed, I roll off the bed and strip naked.
Sutton does that lip licking thing again and my cock twitches because I’m a hot-blooded guy who likes blowjobs. Though it’s one of the few things we haven’t tried, I’m not going to force the issue. The sex is incredible and I’m not about to push Sutton into doing anything she’s not comfortable doing.
She climbs off the bed and drops to her knees andholy shit,is this really happening?
Those big brown eyes settle on mine and the vulnerability in them nearly brings me to my knees.
I cup her face and sweep my thumb across her cheek. “Shorty, you don’t have to—”
“I want to make you feel good.”
After all these months, she still doesn’t get it.
“I always feel good when I’m with you. With or without sex. Just being with you is enough.Youare enough.”
Tears glisten in her eyes, but she blinks them away.
“Thank you.” She swallows, her throat bobbing delicately. “I want to do this, Devin. With you.”
I nod. “Okay.”
Sutton is a smart woman. I won’t insult her by questioning her decision. I trust her to know her own mind. Her own desires.
Desires that right now are very much aligned with my own.
I thread my fingers through her hair, snapping the elastic wrapped around her messy bun as she takes my cock in hand, her slim fingers circling my shaft. She grips the base and when she squeezes, applying pressure, a quiet groan bursts from my lips.
“That’s it, Shorty.”
A smile unfurls on her lips and she seems to gain confidence as her tongue darts out, licking the head of my cock like an ice cream cone.
Pleasure radiates from the point of contact and my balls tighten. Every nerve in my body—hell, every cell—is screaming for more, but I force myself to remain still. To let her set the pace.
To savor this moment and enjoy the ride.
And like the perfectionist she is, my girl gives it her all, alternating between licking and sucking, her tongue swirling over my crown and down my shaft as she works me with her hand. She’s relentless. Each sweep of her tongue delivers a fresh wave of pleasure and when she cups my balls and takes me deep, it’s all I can do to not fuck her mouth.
“Eyes on me, Shorty.” I tug on her hair, forcing her head back. “I want you to know exactly whose cock you’re sucking.”
Her gaze locks on mine and she makes a humming sound in the back of her throat. It could be agreement. It could be a big “Fuck you.” Either way, it feels damn good. The tension at the base of my spine coils tighter, every muscle in my body going taut.
I’ve imagined this moment countless times, but as usual, the fantasy pales compared to the reality.
“If you keep that up, I’m going to come.”
Sutton’s lips slide up my shaft and she releases the head of my cock with a loudpop.
She smirks, arching one of those perfect brows. “That is the general idea.”
She’s got you there, dumbass.
It’s not my fault. Pleasure has reprogrammed my brain. Brought me back to my basest instincts. I’m like a fucking Neanderthal, barely able to string together a complete sentence.
“I need to come inside you.” I scoop her up, embracing my inner caveman, and deposit her on the edge of the bed. “To come with you. Together.”
I need to feel her body grip me tight as she shatters into a million pieces.
Sutton laughs as I fish a condom out of the nightstand drawer and hastily put it on. That laugh is my favorite fucking sound in the world and hearing it now is doubly rewarding because it means she’s no longer stressing about tomorrow’s interview.
