Page 53 of Late to Love

“Except your bed.Thatis definitely staying.” She grins mischievously. “I’ve grown awfully fond of it.”

She helps me clean the dishes despite my protestations, and after, I help her lay out some drop cloths for us to paint the bathroom. She’s wearing her usual tank-and-overalls outfit, her hair bound up in a light green handkerchief and her feet in steel-toed work boots. Admittedly, I’m far less prepared than she is, but the old jeans and tee I’m wearing will do just fine.

She indicates the closed can of paint. “Shake that up and get it opened and poured out, big guy, while I finish taping it off in there.”

I pick the can up, then blanch. “What the hell ismossy sun?” I ask, reading the name of the paint color. “You better not be turning my bathroom into a damn forest, Darcy.”

She giggles. “And if I were? If I had plans to paint little fairies and mushroom houses along the bottom, maybe bring in a—” She squeals as I pull her into my arms, nuzzling her neck and then tickling her bare skin inside the overalls.

“Then I’d punish you.”

Her eyes sparkle as I move my hand further down her body, still inside the overalls, reaching around to cup her ass and squeeze. “But you know I like that, Mr. Hall,” she breathes.

My cock stirs. I could have her pressed against the sink, buried inside her in seconds, and the temptation is almost too much to bear. I swing my hand around her thigh and palm her pussy, finding her damp with arousal. “Fuck,” I groan, dropping my forehead to hers.

She breathes fast, her breath coming in little pants out of those bright red lips. I squeeze, and the moan she lets out has me almost coming in my pants.

“Painting can wait,” I tell her.

Her eyes are hazy as she blinks up at me, her attention torn between the heat of my palm against her center and the words I’m speaking. “Mmm?”

I grin wickedly. “Mmm is right, baby girl. Because I’m going to let you have my cock in that pretty mouth of yours.”

She snaps to attention, her eyes hyper-alert now.

I pull my hand out of her overalls. “I want fresh lipstick on those lips. And I want you naked, in my bedroom and on your knees, in three minutes.”

She turns to go, and I reach for her wrist, holding it loosely as I wait for her to look back at me.

“And you know how I am about my time, Darcy Belle.”

She smirks. “Yes, Daddy.”

She sways away from me, heading towards her tote. I walk to the bedroom and place a pillow on the floor in front of the bed, then sit in front of it.

When exactly two minutes and fifty seconds have passed, Darcy appears in the doorway, a fucking goddess sent to torture me with visions of a forever I don’t get to have.

“Did I make it in time?” She gives me a sultry smile, her lips a glossy cherry red, her body gloriously free of clothing. Her pussy is freshly trimmed, letting me see more of the pale skin beneath her dark hair. I growl in approval.

“You did.”

She glances at the pillow and back to me. “You’re not undressed.”

I reach behind me to pull my T-shirt off, watching her expression as I go. I’ll never tire of the way she looks at me, as though I’m everything she wants. And I know I’m not—I’m old and far past my prime—but there’s a sick pleasure I take in knowing that I’m setting the bar really fucking high for whoever has the misfortune of coming after me. I flex my chest muscles and she grins.

“Nice.” She draws the word out in obvious approval.

I bite back my own smile, then take everything else off. She watches my every move, and I let her, watching the way she bites her lip and squeezes her thighs together as her eyes land on my throbbing cock.

“You want this, Darcy?”

She nods, dragging her eyes to mine. “I do.”

I take my cock in hand and give it a slow tug, more than a little pleased at the moan she gives in response. “Then get over here and show me what you can do.”

She closes the distance, and it takes every ounce of my self-control to keep from throwing her onto the bed and burying my tongue in her delicious pussy.

That’s not to say I don’t want this. Fuck, it’s been a whole other level of self-control and restraint to keep her from it. A restraint I lost for the quickest of moments when she had that beautiful ass in my face and asked for my cock, and fuck, did her mouth feel good for the short amount of time I let her have it. But letting her get me all the way off with her mouth? I’ve wanted to wait. More out of respect for her than anything. Guys her age are nothing but selfish pricks who rarely think about a woman’s pleasure, and based on what she’s told me, I’m willing to bet she’s had a man’s dick in her mouth far more times than she’s had a tongue worshipping her pussy. Which is a damn shame.

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