Page 49 of Mostly My Girlfriend
“Where’s my mother?”
“She’s asleep. Two pills, like you said. I just checked on her and she’s so dead to the world a tornado wouldn’t wake her up.”
I reached down and grabbed her hand, then I started walking down the hallway that led to the bedrooms.
“Ethan? What are you doing? What can I do? Let me make you some dinner.”
I opened the door to my room and shoved her inside, closing the door behind me.
“I need you to get on your knees and suck my cock.”
Her mouth opened. “Ethan, you don’t know what you’re saying…”
I captured her face in my hands, forcing her to meet my eyes, to know I meant everything I said.
“If I don’t have you, I’m going to break.”
“You won’t. It’s just the grief talking.”
“Julia,” I said, pressing my forehead against hers, breathing in the air she breathed out. “Please. Please, let me have you.”
I heard my voice break. Knew she heard it, too, and it almost brought me to my senses. Almost made me realize what I was asking her to do when that’s not who we were because I would never let us be that way.
I dropped my hands from her face and fell back against the door. I was about to summon an apology when the most miraculous thing happened.
Julia Whitford dropped to her knees in front of me. She’d changed into loose cotton pants and a tank top. Her hair was back in a short ponytail. She wore no makeup and her eyes were red from crying. Crying for my mother, for me. She was, without a doubt, the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen in my life.
Her hands reached for my belt and I closed my eyes. I was painfully hard. Had been the whole car ride home, knowing this was what I needed. Who I needed. I felt her hands clutch my ass and looked to see she’d already pulled my pants and boxers down.
Then I watched her take my heavy erection between her lips. Almost reverently, like she was praying. I tilted my head back and banged it against the door, once, twice. Yes, this was my salvation.
Her mouth was hot and tight, and she sucked me so deep I felt rooted inside her.
“Don’t let me go,” I whispered even as I sank my fingers into her hair, my nails grazing her scalp, pulling her tighter against me.
I started to thrust my hips, fucking her mouth even as her tongue danced around the head of my cock. So hot and wet and tight.
“Fuck, yes!”
Julia would suck me. Julia would take all my fire. Julia would keep me from splitting apart. Only her. Only ever her.
I came in hard bursts and watched as her throat worked. Watched her swallow all of me like she understood everything she drew out of me was poison that had been building up inside.
I bent over, my cock so fucking sensitive as she sat back on her heels, panting short breaths. Her lips were swollen from taking me as hard and as fast as she had.
“Get on the bed,” I croaked out.
“Ethan…”
“The bed, Julia. Now. And get naked.” I started ripping off my own clothes. Kicking off my shoes, stripping myself of anything that would touch my skin that wasn’t her skin. “I’m going to worship you, my little hero. I’m going to kiss and touch every part of you. Because every part of you is mine. That’s what you promised me.”
She turned away from me and I watched as she pulled her tank top off. She wasn’t drunk this time. No, she was dead sober and knew everything she was doing. Knew everything I was going do to her.
So fucking brave.
I came up behind her and ran my hand down her spine, loving the way it dipped at the bottom, right where her ass started. I pushed her head to the side and took her neck in a bite that would leave red marks, and I didn’t care. I reached around her body and found her breasts and thought of how many ways I was going to wring orgasms from her.
Her nipples were her weakness. Pull on them, pinch them, tease them, suck them, and she might come from just that. Her cotton pants dropped to her ankles and I ran my hand down the front of her body, down to her pussy to find her already wet.
