Page 61 of Joyride
He grins and brings his lips down on mine. “I mean it. I was terrified that phone call was going to be our last conversation. I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself if something had happened and I never told you how I feel about you.”
“Wh-what do you mean?”
“Wren, I love you.” His eyes are locked on mine, staring deep into my soul.
My eyes tear up. “I love you, too.”
He kisses me again, making it more passionate than the first one.
I break the kiss, needing to get him in bed. “As much as I don’t want to ruin this moment, you need to get some rest.”
“Only if you’ll stay with me.”
“I don’t plan on going anywhere.” I cup his face in my hand. “Ever.”
A low growl rumbles in his throat. “If I wasn’t injured, I would make love to you all fucking night.”
“Would you settle for me doing a little something for you?” I dip my fingertips into the waistband of his sweats.
He inhales a sharp breath. “You don’t have to do this, Wren.”
“I know, but Iwantto do this.” I guide him closer to the bed. When his legs hit the edge of the bed, I pull his sweats and boxer briefs down, then let him sit. I take his cock in my hand, pumping it a couple times. I drop to my knees in front of him, slowly taking him in my mouth. A groan of pleasure encourages me to keep going. I take him deeper into my mouth, still moving my hand as I go.
“Wren,” he moans. I cup his balls with my free hand, massaging them as I suck his dick. His hand delves into my hair. “Damn it, babe. Keep that up and you’ll make me come in no time.”
His words only motivate me further. I swirl my tongue around the tip of his cock before letting it hit the back of my throat. All while continuing to play with his balls.
“Oh, fuck. I’m coming.”
His dick pulses and his warm cum shoots down my throat. I lick up every last drop, leaving nothing behind. He gently pulls on my hair, making me rise to my feet.
“That was thebestblowjob I’ve ever gotten. My shy, Little Bird, where the hell did you learn all that?”
My cheeks heat up. “Honestly, hearing the girls talk about it.” I giggle.
“You’re a fucking natural,” Sketch laughs. He stands, using one hand he pulls his boxer briefs and sweats up, then climbs in bed. “Come lay with me.”
“One sec,” I tell him. I move to his closet to grab a shirt. I take everything off but my panties and put one of his shirts on.
“This is gonna be fucking torture having to keep my hands off you until I’m healed.” Sketch sighs.
“It’ll be worth the wait. I’m not going to risk you hurting yourself more just so you can get your dick wet.”
He chuckles. “Such a sweet girl, but such a dirty fucking mouth. I love it.”
I turn the TV on to something random for us to fall asleep to. I’m about to turn the light off when he stops me.
“Before you turn the light off, can you get a couple gummies for me? They’re in this side table here.” He nudges his head to the side table to his left.
“Gummies,” I ask. I open the drawer to a green tube.
“They have THC in them. They’ll help with the pain in my shoulder. If I smoke flower or my pen, I risk the chance of it making me cough,” he explains.
“That makes sense. How many?”
“Two, please,” he replies. I hand him two gummies, then turn the lights off. I climb into bed and cuddle up to his good side. This is exactly where I’m meant to be. Finally.
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