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Spent, I collapsed to the dirt. The only sound in the still of the night was our combined harsh breathing as we both recovered from the intensity of the first blow job I’d given him in over a decade.
Our chemistry had been strong as teenagers, but there was no denying it was off the charts as adults.
It was going to be damn near explosive when we finally fucked.
Chapter 22
Tucker
Notetoself:findout if it’s physically possible to have the soul sucked from your body through your dick.
Because I was pretty sure that’s what Bex just did to me.
My bones felt like jelly; I was barely able to remain upright after that little performance of hers.
Holy hell. I didn’t even know where to begin when trying to process the events of the past twenty minutes.
Did I start with the fact that she couldn’t resist touching herself while my cock was between her plush pink lips?
Or how about the fact that she was so adamant that I fuck her face she took matters into her own hands and forced me even further down her throat than I thought imaginable?
And don’t even get me started on the fingers she’d used to toy with my ass. That wasn’t something I thought I’d be into, but when she did it, I came so hard I saw fucking stars.
The whole experience was life-changing.
My sweet, innocent Bex had grown up to become a sexual siren, and I was so here for it.
Oh, shit. Bex.
My vision cleared enough that I could focus on where she was crumpled against the running board of my truck, the passenger side door still wide open.
Tucking my dick away and pulling up my pants, I stepped forward to crouch before her. Brushing the tangled strands of hair away from her tear-streaked face, I gently cupped her cheek.
“You okay?”
Her dark eyes flicked up to meet mine, and she offered me a tiny nod as stuttered exhales rushed past her swollen lips.
Unconvinced, I asked, “I wasn’t too rough on you?”
“I liked it.” The panted words sounded like they’d been scraped over sandpaper.
“Can I take you inside?”
Bex shivered, almost as if the heat of the moment had kept her warm enough on this cool spring evening until just now.
“I’m gonna take that as a yes.”
I scooped her into my arms before kicking the door to my truck closed. There was no need to lock it out here.
She clung to me as I pushed through the front door, and when her body began to tremble, I changed course on my plans for the evening. Bypassing the bed, I walked straight into the ensuite bathroom.
Sitting on the edge of the tub, I extended an arm to turn the faucet, placing my hand beneath the rush of water and waiting until it reached the perfect temperature.
“What are you doing?” Bex’s voice was so hoarse I could barely hear it over the sound of thebath being drawn.
My lips pressed to her temple. “Taking care of you. Please let me do this.”
She melted in my arms, a sigh spilling from her lips. “Sounds nice.”
