Page 78 of Homestead

I rub his butt through the fabric of his boxers. Those muscles are really clenched up too, so I gently pull down his underwear.

He’s turned on. I realize it when he lifts up so I can pull the waistband down over his groin.

I don’t mention his erection. Instead, I massage the tight muscles of his ass and then slide my hands down to the back of his thighs.

He moans his way through it, occasionally forming guttural words. “Yes. Chloe. So good. Right there. I need it right there. Chloe, baby, you make me feel so good.”

My whole body is buzzing with arousal and an even deeper kind of possessiveness when I finally withdraw my hands.

Jimmy lies motionless, breathing raggedly.

“Can you turn over?” I ask, my voice cracking strangely.

He does as I ask immediately, moving slower than normal so he doesn’t jar his back.

He’s completely naked now. His erection is big and hard, resting upward against his lower belly. He’s deeply flushed, and his eyes are on my face.

I know what he needs, so I give it to him. I reposition myself so I can lean over and slide my mouth around the head of his cock.

He starts groaning again immediately, taking my head in both his hands, combing his fingers through my loose hair. “Yes, baby. That’s what I need. Take me all the way in your hot little mouth.”

I love it when he talks to me as I do this for him. He doesn’t always. It’s only when he’s particularly relaxed or in a certain possessive mood that he talks a lot. But whenever he does, it makes me feel safe and protected. Undeniably proud to hear how much he enjoys what I do for him.

I try to relax my throat muscles so my gag reflex doesn’t trigger. Some nights I take him in farther than others, and I manage to do pretty well tonight.

“That’s right,” he’s muttering, guiding the speed and rhythm of the bobbing of my head with his strong hands. “You’re always so sweet and hot and good. You always know just how to get me there.”

I’m mumbling out sounds of pleasure around the thick substance of his cock in my mouth. I’m ridiculously turned on already. I often get going just from sucking him off, but not usually this much this quickly. My hips are rocking involuntarily to match the rhythm of my hard sucks.

“Look at how good you’re doin’ tonight,” he goes on, his fingers tightening into fists in my hair. His stomach and thigh muscles are tensing up. “You’re really gettin’ into it. You’re really likin’ doin’ this for me, aren’t you?”

“Mm-hmm,” I mumble, fighting the instinct to lift my bottom into the air. “Mm-hmm.”

My body is growing impatient, but the rest of me wants this to last for as long as possible since it’s making me feel so good. So I don’t reach down to massage his balls like I normally do. I keep sucking rhythmically, responding to the urging of his hands as I slide my mouth up and down on his cock.

“Oh fuck,” he gasps, arching his back slightly as his body clenches up even more. “It’s feelin’ so good. I’m gettin’ so close. You’re gonna take me all the way, aren’t you? And that’s gonna make you feel so good. You love bein’ so good at takin’ care of me this way, don’t you?”

“Mm-hmm.” I’m not sure how he’s able to read my mind so clearly, but he’s somehow landed on exactly what I’m feeling. I keep hollowing out my cheeks and sucking as hard as I can.

He lets out a loud exclamation, and his whole body jerks. His hands accelerate the speed of my head motion. “Yes, baby. Just like that. Need it just like that.”

His hips are rocking slightly. I know he tries hard not to thrust into my throat because he doesn’t want to choke me, but his body can’t seem to help to make that primal motion into my mouth.

I love it. I love all of it. I’m washed with pleasure and pride and deep need and white-hot assurance.

I’m making wet, humming sounds around his cock when it finally starts to pulse in my mouth. His body jerks and his hips lift up off the bed as he releases a loud, long cry of pure satisfaction.

He’s still holding my head as he comes into my mouth. I’m ready for it, want to swallow all of him down tonight.

I’m hot and sweaty and shaky as I suck him through the duration of his climax, then finally let my lips slide up to the tip and release him.

He’s collapsed back on the pillow, his arms and legs limp and his eyes closed. I stroke his cock for a minute as it softens. Then I caress his chest and belly until his breathing has slowed.

He pulls me down so I’m curled at his side in the crook of his arm. “That was mind-blowin’, baby.”

I kiss his chest lightly. “Good.”

“You really got into it, didn’t you? Looked like you were gettin’ turned on.”

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