Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81831 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81831 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
So life-changing that it takes a beat for me to sort out why she’s sucking on her own finger for a beat, getting the digit slick with saliva…
When I realize what she’s up to, my eyes slide closed, and I prepare to ascend to a higher plane of existence. There is nothing better in the entire world than a beautiful woman on her knees with your dick in her mouth and her finger working into your ass.
I know this, but I’m still not prepared for what Mel does to me.
She knows exactly how deep, how hard. When to pull back and when to roll her finger in gentle circles against the sensitive places inside as her mouth demands my complete and utter submission. She sucks and teases and fucks me with her finger until I’m lost and even more hers than I was before.
I intend to tell her before I lose control, but my orgasm crashes over me hard and fast, leaving no time for a mannerly warning. But she doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, when I force my eyes open, still lost in the pleasure she’s sent ricocheting through my body, she’s swallowing every drop.
“Damn, woman,” I say, my voice raw as I cup her cheek in my hand. “Just…damn.”
She pulls back, allowing my spent cock to slip from her lips as her finger glides from my ass. “Yeah, I know,” she whispers with a wicked grin, “I’m the best blow job giver in the entire world.”
I nod, still catching my breath. “You really are. Not gonna lie. Just…fuck. I can barely hold a sentence in my head right now.”
Her grin widens at my obvious erotic wreckage. “Want to know my secret?”
“You sucked a lot of cock at culinary school?”
She huffs. “No. I just…love it.” She lifts her chin. “I love giving blow jobs. And when I love something, I keep practicing until I’m the very best.”
I brush my thumb across her cheek. “I think I’m in love with you, Mel.”
She giggles but stops when she meets my gaze. Her smile fades as she whispers, “You’re serious, aren’t you?”
I nod, my heart pounding. But I can’t hide it anymore and I don’t want to. “Yeah. I don’t think, I know. That’s why I couldn’t tell you about the scan. I should have been happy to learn the damage isn’t as bad as the ER doctor in Minneapolis thought it was, and that I can start PT in three weeks instead of four. But…I wasn’t.” She still looks stunned—frozen in shock, in fact—but there’s no turning back now. “And that’s because of one person. Well, two. I can’t imagine a better kid than Chase. He’s just the sweetest—”
“I can’t have this conversation with your dick in my face.” She rises swiftly to her feet and turns to the sink, pumping soap into her palm and viciously washing her hands.
I’m about to tell her I can step outside to get dressed while she showers and has a moment to herself when Chase screams.
In half a second, Mel and I are both out the door, running toward the downstairs bedroom.
Chapter 21
Melissa
I skid to a stop in the doorway, gripping the frame to stabilize myself as my socks slide on the hardwood floor. “Chase, baby? Are you okay?” I barrel into the dimly lit room, my heart pounding.
“Y-yes,” Chase says, his voice wobbling. “I’m fine, M-mama.”
I’m prepared to offer comfort and assurances that we’ll be out of this haunted vacation house before you can say “ghosts are scary, but declarations of love are even scarier.” But when I flip on the lamp on the bedside table, my son isn’t crying.
He’s…giggling.
“What’s so funny?” I ask, torn between fear and confusion.
“I was having a silly dream and now Awin is naked!” He dissolves into giggles, rolling across the mattress.
I glance over my shoulder to see Aaron in the doorway. His hands are, thankfully, covering his bits and pieces, but the rest of him is, indeed, naked.
“Sorry,” he says, backing out until only his head peeks through the door. “I was in the shower when I heard you scream. So, I came running. I thought you were being attacked by bed bugs.”
Chase chortles. “There’s no such thing as bed bugs.”
Deciding a discussion about the reality of bed bugs can wait, I say, “Yeah, what’s with the yelling, dude? I thought you were in trouble, too. I was so scared. Why did you scream?”
He blinks up at me, his giggles fading as he shrugs. “I don’t know. I don’t be-member.”
“Was it something in your dream, maybe?” Aaron suggests. “Do you remember what you were dreaming about?”
Chase’s eyes widen. “I was swedding so fast, and it was so fun! And there was a girl there. She wiked to swed, too.”
The hairs on my arms stand on end beneath my sweater. “A girl? Was she nice?”