Page 126 of Bad For A Weekend

My favorite memory to relive is when he finished in my mouth while we were showering, so I jump at the chance, turning around until I’m on all fours in front of him. “God, yes.”

I lower to my elbows, ass high in the air, and fist him with both hands. He’s slick from my arousal, but that only turns me on more. I stroke up and down, producing a pearl of pre-cum that I lick off. He gathers my hair in a ponytail and angles his torso to get a better view.

“Let me know if it’s too much. I want to see how far you can take me.”

I nod and open wide, taking him fully in my mouth. He guides me up and down, working himself over. His girth has my jaw aching in the first two minutes, but I’m determined to make this as good for him as he makes it for me.

“That’s my good girl. Feels so fucking good,” he encourages me. “Relax your throat.”

I nod and try to do as he says as he pushes me down on himself even further, holding me as far as he can until my throat spasms around him and I choke. It’s not comfortable, but when he moans out his praise, telling me how incredible I’m making him feel and how it’s never been this good for him, I want to keep going.

“Fuck, I’m coming.” He releases my hair, leaning back until his hands hit the mattress to hold himself up, giving me control. “Tighten your grip. You can’t hurt me.”

I squeeze harder, stroking the part of him I can’t fit in my mouth as I bob up and down, hoping I’m doing it right. I don’t wonder for long when his cock jolts and hot cum spills into my mouth. I swallow it down, trying to keep up with the flow but some leaks out the corner of my lips.

“Jesus Christ.” He lets out a sound that’s half relief, half laugh. “My girl made me see stars.”

I swirl my tongue around his head, collecting everything I missed, then sit up, wiping the corners of my mouth. “Was it okay?”

“Okay doesn’t begin to describe that.” He tackles me, and we both land with a thud. “I love you, Baylor. I’m sorry it took me so long to be ready for you and for us. But I swear to God, I’m all in.”

“You better be.”

He brushes the hair that’s clinging to my damp forehead. “You trusted me with your deepest and darkest. Now you can trust me with the rest.”

“I love you too,” I admit. “I never stopped.”

“Promise me you never will.” He leans in for a chaste kiss.

“Never.”

A knock sounds at the door. Owen scrambles to get off me, but I wrap my legs around him before he can go.

“Everything okay in there?” Brandy asks.

“All good,” I yell.

“Nice to see you finally grew some balls, Owen.”

“Fuck,” he mumbles, then raises his voice. “Thanks, Brandy.”

“I’ll leave you to it then.”

He pins an accusatory glance my way. “You didn’t tell me she was home.”

“Where else would she be?”

“I don’t know, out with one of her boy toys or something.”

“She was, but she got home before I left for your place. She called Hudson for me to get your address.”

His head lulls forward. “You could’ve said something so I wasn’t so loud.”

“What’s the fun in that?”

“I’m so going to punish you for this one.”

“I like your spankings,” I say, giggling.

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