Page 66 of Love is Blind

“Don’t believe anything he tells you,” I tell her.

“Really? Because he was kind of selling you.”

I bet, but I’ve got other ways to sell her. Sliding my arm around her, I press my palm flat against her stomach and touch my lips to her ear. “You need to be sold on me, I’ll give you what you need.” Her back goes straight against the stool. “Been dying to get my mouth on you all night. What do you say you and I go back to my room?”

“What about Lucy?”

The corners of my mouth lift.

“She can watch.”

~*~

I failedat the dating thing, but I could fuck like it was my goddamn job and tonight Birdie was going to learn that sometimes communication isn’t about words. That a person could say more with their body than with anything else.

“Your cane is on the nightstand,” I tell her as I pull my shirt over my head. “The bathroom is to the left. There’s a dresser next to the door and a chair in the corner, but Lucy is here too and all you have to do is call her.” I toss the shirt onto the chair and bring my gaze back to her.

Sitting on the foot of my bed, wearing nothing but her panties, she smiles at me.

“You’re learning,” she praises. The smile falls and her expression grows serious as she holds out her hand and murmurs, “Thank you.”

I slide my hand into hers and she pulls me between her legs. Then she releases me and her hands go to the zipper of my jeans.

“I never got around to properly thanking you for Lucy…or dinner….and while we’re at it, I might as well throw my boots into the mix.”

“You don’t have to thank me for anything, especially not dinner and the boots are more for me than they are you.”

“How so?”

“Babe, when we get done here, I’m going to have you walk around with nothing but those skimpy little panties you’re wearing and those boots. Might even take a picture.”

She laughs.

“No pictures.”

“Fine, I won’t need one anyway.” That’s a fucking sight I’ll surely never forget.

She draws the zipper down and slides her hands inside my jeans, finding my cock.

“I hope you’re not in a rush tonight,” she rasps as her dainty little fingers wrap around my shaft.

Fucking steel wrapped in silk.

“No fucking rush at all.”

“Good.” She pulls my cock free and pushes my jeans down my thighs, then she does the same to my boxer briefs. Lifting her chin, she gives me her eyes and whispers, “Take them off for me.”

It takes me five seconds to remove them.

“Gone,” I grunt, but as the words leave my lips, I realize I ain’t just talking about my clothes. My mind, body, and soul have all checked out and are completely lost to her.

One of her hands circles around me, grabbing my ass and the other wraps around my cock. She strokes it slowly, her fingers grazing the crown, then she lowers her head and opens her mouth. Her tongue sneaks out and flicks the head before swiping the length of it. I bite the inside of my cheek, holding back a groan and slide my fingers through her hair. Desperate to see her eyes as she takes my cock down her throat, I fist her locks and push them away from her face. Holding the back of her head, I lower my gaze and watch as she takes me deep. Those soft lips stretched around my girth.

Another sight I’m not likely to forget.

“That’s it, girl, take me all the way in.”

By some sort of miracle those blue eyes find mine as she sucks harder and her nails dig into my ass. Swirling her tongue around the crown, she bobs her head up and down on my cock, fucking me like she’s been training her whole life for it. Like everything is riding on this blow job.

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