Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 67711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
He tapped the end of the plug over and over as he took me all the way to the balls. It was too much. Hot pleasure shot through me, and I emptied myself into his mouth. He swallowed around me again and again. When I was done, he licked his lips. Then he pulled out the plug, making me gasp. “That was incredible.”
My brain seemed to have melted, and I couldn’t speak yet. I reached for him, knowing what I needed. “Want. Suck. You.” I finally managed to say.
He turned and straddled my face, knees against my shoulders. I gripped his ass cheeks and pulled him down until I could take his cock into my mouth.
I didn’t care if he choked me. I wanted this, needed it. I wanted to know what it was like to swallow his load as he came. I sucked him greedily, squeezing his ass, demanding to have all of him inside me.
I didn’t care that it felt like too much. I didn’t care that I couldn’t breathe. I wanted this. Finally, he gave in, thrusting into me, lifting and lowering his hips, filling my mouth with his cock. In no time, he cried out, and I swallowed around him as he shot into my mouth.
I tried to take it all, but some dripped down my chin, I didn’t mind, though. I loved the idea of being covered in his cum.
He rolled off me and flopped onto his back. We both lay there, panting. He reached for my hand, and we held on to each other.
“Is there room spinning for you too?” I asked.
“Fuck yes, it is. I can’t believe you…. That was….”
“Fucking amazing.” I licked my swollen lips and he groaned.
“You’re make me want to do it all over again.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Jay. I can’t believe everything we’ve been through. I can’t believe the way things have changed in such a short time.”
“Neither can I. Do you really want me to move in here?”
“I do.”
“And you really want me to quit my job?”
“Absolutely. If I could come home to you like this every night, my life would be fucking perfect.”
“I’m going to quit. I don’t want to work there, but I’m not just going to be your sugar baby.”
Ford laughed. “The position is open, and you are well qualified, but I want you to open your dog rescue. We’ll find plenty of time for this.”
“I think we’re going to be lucky if we get much else done for the next few weeks.”
Ford grinned. “I think Miles owes me some time off.”
“I agree.”
“The weather’s pretty nasty right now, maybe we should get out of the city.”
“Does Miles owe you a trip on his private plane as well?” I asked.
“Definitely. How about you and me on a tropical beach, soaking up the sun, then spending the rest of the day fucking in a gorgeous hotel room?”
“That sounds amazing.”
“But you know what? Just being here with you, curling up with a book, cooking for you, and teaching you to knit…that sounds perfect as well.”
I shifted so I could pull him to me for a kiss. It was tender and soft, not at all like the wild energy that had just raced between us. “I think that sounds perfect too.”
35
EPILOGUE
ONE MONTH LATER
FORD
Jay’s Gran quickly became a regular at the knitting circle, and Jay’s skills were developing nicely. He was working on a hat for me, and I didn’t care how wonky any of the stitches turned out, I was going to wear it with pride. There hadn’t been a day since we almost lost each other that he hadn’t worn the hat that I made him, and I’d just finished a scarf to match.
That night at knitting circle, Gran had taught me some new stitches as she worked on a delicate shawl she’d wear next spring. I was amazed by the beauty of the things she created. Jay said she was working on a sweater for me as a Christmas present, and I couldn’t wait to see what she came up with.
I hugged Eudora goodbye, and she leaned close. “Did you get everything finalized?”
I glanced toward Jay, making sure he hadn’t heard, then nodded.
“I’m so excited for you.”
“Me too.”
Once we dropped Gran off at her apartment—she was thrilled to be in her own space again after her long ordeal with pneumonia—I started driving. It took a little while for Jay to notice we weren’t headed home.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
He glanced at the clock. “Isn’t it kind of late for a drive out to see your grandparents?”
Jay’s relationship with my grandmother had greatly improved. She was not only more relaxed around Jay, but she was kinder to me than she had been in years, and my grandfather couldn’t be more thrilled about helping out with a German Shepherd rescue.