Page 197 of Remiss
Smiling tenderly, she came back to him. She must’ve realized what he needed. She always did.
“It’s all right,” she whispered, settling on her knees and lacing her fingers with his. “Let me show you how much I missed you.”
Using her free hand, she unbuckled his pants and pulled out his aching cock. As soon as she freed his erection, Megan wrapped her lips around the tip. He groaned as she licked his dickhole, his hands tangling in her golden hair. On another day, he would’ve fucked her mouth with abandon, but after everything, he let her set the pace.
However, he couldn’t hold back and not take a little control, burying himself down her throat. She hollowed her cheeks, gulping him, taking him, sucking him, saliva dribbling down her chin.
“Fuck,” he grunted, thrusting his hips into the wet warmth of her mouth.
The blowjob was fucking sloppy, her slurpy sounds and his grunts straight out of a porno. She enjoyed sucking his cock as much as he enjoyed her sucking him. It had always been like this between them.
With each thrust down her throat, each little gag, a muffled whimper escaped her. One of her hands wrapped around the base of his cock and the other fondled his balls.
“Play with your cunt, Megan,” he ordered. “I know your pussy so fuckin’ wet for me.”
Her hand moved away from his girth. “Slide your fingers in and out of your hole.”
She groaned, shivered, following his instructions, his dick down her throat.
He glanced down at her, finding her mouth stretched around him, staring at him with lidded eyes. “You like sucking cock, baby?” he crooned, running his fingers through her hair again.
She pulled back enough to speak. “Only yours,” she purred, before slurping him in again.
Satisfaction roared through him. He was her one and only, something he feared had changed when she walked out on him and refused to come home. No matter what, he’d always be the motherfucker who taught her about sex, but that wouldn’t stop him from dismembering any assfuck who had the gall to touch what was his.
His cock throbbed as his orgasm neared. He felt her smile around him, and when she snaked a hand under his dick to play with his balls, he came undone, roaring in pleasure and holding her head in place, fucking her mouth like a madman. Cum exploded from him and slid down her throat. She swallowed every drop. Only when he stopped coming did she stop sucking.
He pulled out of her mouth, relishing her watery blue eyes and swollen pink lips, glistening with his seed.
Reaching out, he thumbed her bottom lip, smearing his jizz. “You so fuckin’ perfect, Megan,” he praised, pulling her back onto his lap. “I missed you so motherfuckin’ much, baby. I’m never fuckin’ over you again.”
She pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. “I don’t want you to be perfect, Christopher. I only want your love and respect. Your fairness and consideration.”
“And you got all that, baby. Always. Since the day we met. For as long as I fuckin’ live. And if my ass fail you again, Ima give you my gun so you could pistol whip me. Or I’ll get a motherfuckin’ bat, if that’s what you prefer. Just don’t leave me again.”
“You’re such a psycho,” she said, a few giggles escaping her.
“Yeah, baby, but I’myourpsycho.”
“Forever and always, Christopher,” she swore, pressing her lips against his.
He pulled her back onto his lap and she touched each side of his head, where hair should’ve been. Roxanne had used clippers to clean up what the Nair left behind.
“You been talkin’ to Axel?”
She nodded, amusement lighting her gorgeous eyes and transforming her face in a way Christopher hadn’t seen in months. “If you mess up again, all I have to do is call Axel.”
Christopher snickered. “You right. The lil’ motherfucker fearless.”
“He’s also very smart. He takes after his daddy.”
“The first motherfucker he ran to when he got home was Diesel. That’s who he emulate.”
She wrinkled her nose but nodded. “How is Diesel?”
Not liking the change in her mood, Christopher tensed. “I ain’t seen him in a couple of days.”
“And Jana?” she asked sourly.
