Page 54 of Late to Love

But now, watching her chest heave as she sinks to her knees in front of me? Now’s good. Now’s fuckinggreat.

“Wait.”

She looks up at me, those ice-blue beauties all doe-eyed and innocent, despite the ways I’ve debauched her.

I reach for the bandana and untie it, folding it and setting it to the side. Then I gently pull her hair from the elastic binding it, sending her thick, dark hair tumbling around her shoulders. I push the hair away from her face, scraping her scalp the way she does mine, and sure enough, she closes her eyes in pleasure, a different kind of moan leaving her lips. She leans into it like a cat, all but purring as I continue to stroke her head, threading my hands through her hair as she kneels between my legs.

Finally, I stop, and she blinks up at me, something between lust and gratitude warring in her expression.

I stand, wanting to see her entire body as she kneels before me. “Put that sweet mouth on my cock, Darcy Belle.”

A sinful smile spreads across her cherry red lips. “With pleasure, Daddy.”

She angles forward and takes my cock in her hand. I shiver, and a low laugh issues from her as her tongue darts out to lick the pre-cum that’s already formed.

“Fuck,” I rasp. “You look so pretty on your knees for me.”

She sucks the tip into her mouth and moans, and the sound reverberates through my entire fucking body. When her other hand reaches up to caress my balls, I nearly lose it.

She pulls her mouth away, licking around the head, her tongue pink and bright against the red lipstick. Then she opens her mouth and takes me in, wrapping those lush lips around my cock as though she’s done it a thousand times. I watch as she slides her mouth back, leaving behind the faintest trace of lipstick in her wake, and I groan. “Fuck, Darcy, you’re so perfect. Look at how you left your mark on me.”

She hums as my dick hits the back of her throat, and I thread my hands through her hair once more. I’m trying so hard not to take over, but it’s nearly impossible. Ripping my gaze from her mouth, I take in the rest of her.

“Holy shit, baby, your ass. Nothing is more perfect than your ass, except,fuck,your mouth. And those tits, my God.” I can’t stop talking, won’t stop praising her, because I will never again be this lucky. I want her as long as she’ll have me, and I’ll want her far longer than that, but she doesn’t have to know. Her head bobs as she takes me to the back of her mouth again and again, her hips flaring out to her bottom, her whole body moving in a rhythm that gets faster and faster.

It’s too soon before my balls are tightening. I’m on the edge. I strengthen my grip on her hair. “I’m about to come, baby, and when I do?”

Her eyes meet mine.

“You’re going to swallow every last drop.”

She simply holds my gaze, then sucks.

I explode, coming with a shout and nearly blacking out, spilling down her throat like I haven’t come in ages. And this beautiful woman takes it, swallowing my cum like it’s everything she’s ever wanted.

She pops off me and keeps going, cleaning every last bit of me with her tongue before relaxing onto the pillow, her feet tucked neatly beneath her.

I can barely keep my legs from shaking as I sit on the mattress, and the look of utter satisfaction on Darcy’s face makes it all worthwhile.

“How’d I do?” she asks with a smirk.

I lean down and cup her face with both hands, pulling her to me for a kiss. “You know exactly how you did.”

She laughs and flips her hair. “I do.”

A laugh bursts out of me, deep and loud, and her smile grows in response. “You’re amazing, Darcy Belle.”

She takes the hand I offer and stands, then turns so I can palm her ass. “I know,” she says over her shoulder. “It’s about time you noticed.”

I watch, wordless, as she sashays out of the bedroom. A minute later she calls, “Come on, big guy—this bathroom won’t paint itself!”

And fuck me if she isn’t everything I’ve ever wanted.

Chapter20

Darcy

I’M WORKING on the finishing touches to the pool table for Anthony’s loft on Sunday morning when Amanda FaceTimes me.