Page 131 of Major Love

And in the next second we’re kissing, a deep growl in my chest as she rips open my construction jacket, and then she’s rolling it down my biceps and making me groan as she pushes her hips against mine.

I toss the jacket onto the porch, my hands squeezing her waist as she starts undoing the buttons at the top of my work shirt, and I flick a glance toward the hot-tub, wondering if this evening is about to go exactly where I’m hoping it will.

“What’s with the hot-tub?” I rasp, my abs flexing as she pulls up my shirt, and then I’m ripping it over my head, exposing my entire chest to her in one go.

She presses a kiss to one of my pecs and I inhale roughly, stroking my palms over her hair.

“You mentioned it this morning,” she says, her voice light and breathless. “And I thought that you might need a little TLC.”

I groan as she kisses lower, my fingers tangling in her pretty hair.

“The fuck does TLC mean?” I rumble.

She giggles quietly and peeks up at me. “It’s cute that you don’t know that. You should Google it.”

I stroke my hand back down her ponytail before wrapping it gently around my fist, my other hand caressing her throat as she kisses sweetly just above my belt.

“Do you” – I clear my throat, my mind blank as I watch her grip the leather, slipping the tongue of the belt beneath the buckle as she continues sucking softly at my abs – “do you have a bikini?”

Sunday tilts her head back and murmurs, “I don’t think I’ll be needing one.”

And my chest heaves as she tears open my pants.

Sounds good to me.

“You don’t have to do this,” I grunt, exhaling roughly as she pulls down my boxers, and the thick muscle there flexes heavily as she looks up at me from between my thighs.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she confesses, her cheeks dimpling as she kisses my quad, and she’s so close to where I need her that my abdomen starts to burn.

“Take off your shirt,” I rumble, my eyes half-mast as I lean down to help her, kissing her gently because I can’t help myself and groaning when I drop her thermal to the porch.

She’s not wearing a bra.

I swallow hard. “Fucking beautiful.”

“Thank you,” she whispers, fighting back a smile as she shoves me off of her, and I steady my boots on the deck as she kneels in front of me, my hands in her hair.

I wrap one hand around her nape and fist my other around her blonde ponytail, my hips flexing with unabashed desire as she presses a gentle kiss to the head of my cock.

“Not too much of this,” I murmur, groaning quietly when she licks the tip, and then she’s sucking me slowly into her mouth, her cheeks bright pink as she peeks up at me.

“Sweetheart,” I say roughly, my hips slowly starting to roll back and forth, and her warm fingers squeeze the wide base as she swallows me deeper down her throat.

I thrust slowly into her mouth, keeping a steady pace as she looks up at me, and my fingers grip tighter at the back of her hair as she starts moving faster, taking more.

My biceps bunch as she moans softly, my chest pumping up and down as she picks up her rhythm.

“Baby,” I murmur, my voice deep and gruff. Then I steel my jaw as she licks the head, her fingers brushing softly over my balls.

Jesus Christ.

I grip her hair and thrust faster, groaning with each gentle whimper that she makes, and my quads ripple with a surge of testosterone, wanting to pump harder and deeper. I grit my teeth and swallow roughly as I tug gently at her soft ponytail.

“Let me get you off first, baby,” I rumble, my pecs tightening when she sucks me harder, and I growl quietly as I slowly pull out of her, her breathing almost as erratic as mine.

“You’re really big,” Sunday whispers, unable to tear her eyes away from my dick as I lift her to her feet, and I chuckle quietly as I kick off my boots so that I can shove my pants the rest of the way down my calves. Once they’re off, I grab my wallet and thumb through the cash until I find a condom, keeping it tucked between two fingers as I toss the rest of my stuff back to the floor.

“It’s too big for sucking,” I murmur back to her, feeling a little guilty about how much of me she couldn’t take in her mouth. “But you did it so good. Didn’t want to pull out, baby.”

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