Page 58 of Tear Me to Pieces
I can’t tearmy eyes away from where Myra’s hands grip the front of my jeans. Can’t do much more than hold my breath as she spreads the well-worn fabric wide, revealing the jut of my rock-hard cock straining against the cotton of my black boxer briefs.
She doesn’t even hesitate as she reaches for the waistband, her fingers skimming over my skin as they slip under the elastic.
I’ve spent the past week being very careful. Ensuring we didn’t have a repeat performance of the shower debacle. It’s obvious I can’t be trusted when it comes to having Myra’s hands on me, so I’ve done everything in my power to keep her distracted and boneless enough she’d fall asleep easily, saving me from facing another test I knew I would fail.
Until now.
Myra gives my underwear a little tug, freeing the solid line of my dick. Her eyes widen, snapping me out of the haze of desire keeping me frozen in place.
“My.” I’m so fucking conflicted right now. Giving her what she wants goes against all the plans I have to show her how good I can be to her. How different I am from what she had before. “You don’t have to?—”
“I know.” One finger lifts to slowly drag down the side of my dick. “And that makes all the difference.”
There’s no time to brace. No time to prepare. Not even a spare second to find something to hold onto. Myra’s leaned so far forward that all it takes is a little shift and her lips are wrapped around me, soft and smooth and fucking perfect.
“Fuck.” I can’t move my eyes from where she’s swallowing me down. When her hair falls, hiding my view, I automatically glide one hand through the strands, pinning them between my palm and the back of her head. She looks so fucking pretty right now. Mouth stretched wide, lips glistening and wet.
Getting head has never been one of my favorite things—coming from it has always been nearly impossible—but its rank is climbing higher with each move Myra makes. And when her eyes lift to my face, locking onto mine as she takes me as deep as she can, I nearly come right down her throat.
“That’s enough.” My fingers tighten in her hair, firm but careful not to pull too much as I drag her mouth free. “No more.”
Myra’s lips are swollen and slick, pupils dilated. “But you’re not finished.”
My eyes dip to her mouth, fixing there. “It’s fine.”
Myra’s lower lip pushes out. “But you get to finish me with your mouth all the time.”
“It’s not the same, Sweetheart.” Shifting my hold to her chin, I use the pad of my thumb to wipe away a little of the wetness clinging to her skin “When you come, its fucking beautiful. When I do, it’s a fucking mess.”
Myra’s lips slowly curve into a wicked smile I didn’t know she was capable of. “The mess didn’t bother me last time.” She gives my still throbbing cock a stroke with her hand, the spit lingering on my skin making the pass sound obscenely loud and wet. “It won’t bother me this time either.”
Again, I’ve got no time to prepare before her mouth is on me again, now with more purpose. More confidence.
And it’s already quite clear she’s figured out what I like, because her eyes are on mine from the start, watching me as she stubbornly drags me right back to the edge with the heat of her mouth and the grip of her fist.
My balls pull tight as she takes me deep enough I bump the back of her throat. When it flexes around my tip, I try to shift away, once again attempting to save her from what I know is imminent.
But Myra holds tight, one hand on my dick, the other still gripping my underwear, making it impossible to escape as my cock flexes against her tongue, jerking as the first wave hits me. The tightening of her throat muscles as she swallows amplifies the pleasure making my ears ring and my spine tingle. Another jet of cum follows the first, spilling free as I groan her name.
The second I’m finished, I pull her off me, hand in her hair as I bring her mouth to mine. Licking into her mouth, my cock jerks at the taste of me on her tongue. At the evidence proving a part of me is now a part of her.
Dragging her onto my lap, legs straddling my thighs, I turn us to face the counter and shove my plate out of the way, fully intending to make her my meal instead.
Until the alert on my phone pings, telling me something’s moving outside Myra’s house.
Or someone.
Myra’s arms tighten around my neck, her eyes moving to where my cell sits on the counter I just planned to spread her across. “Maybe it’s one of your brothers.”
I pick up the device and thumb across the screen, opening the app to find which camera was activated and what it recorded. What I see confirms Myra’s suspicions. “You’re right. It is one of my brothers.”
Unfortunately, it’s the one I’m currently pissed as hell at.
I carefully shift her off my lap, letting her feet hit the floor before I tuck my spent dick into my pants and stand.
“And he brought a friend.”
“Thanksfor not breaking in this time.” I stand at Myra’s back door, staring out at a man I’m starting to think I might not know at all. “What the fuck are you wearing?”
