Page 74 of Then Came You

I’m positive God created grey sweatpants to make women fall to their knees. He’s wearing them as if he’s read the fucking instruction manual on what makes women want to crawl and worship said sweatpants wearer. They’re hung low, so they’re sitting just below the deep groove of his v, and they’re loosely tied, as if the string is just there for decoration.

Coupled with his unruly hair, crisp white crinkled Bonds shirt, arms that tell a story through colours, and his thick erection thumping proudly against his thigh, I am not in the least mad he is ruining my surprise breakfast.

I can’t find the paper towels. Or he is out. I swear he used to keep them underneath the sink. “What are you doing here, baby girl?” He walks over and reaches inside the butler pantry, tossing me the roll.

“Why are they in the pantry?” I ask, tearing four or five squares.

“Haven thought it’d be a good idea to make an Olaf out of paper towels yesterday.” He shrugs. “It’s sufficed to say, I’ve hidden them from her little eyes.” He bends to spray some spray and wipe, I’m reminded how drool-worthy his ass is.

“Now, why am I so lucky that you’re standing in my kitchen?” As he rises, I lower on all fours, wiping the floor in a circular motion.

I tell him about Xan, to which he tells me that we’ll face whatever happens together, and then I

“Cindy.”

“What did she do this time?”

I tell him word-for-word everything she said, scrubbing the tile harder, chipping my cheap DIY job on my nails in the process. Sitting back on my ass, staring up at Blade, you could probably see his scowl from space.

He crouches down. “Did you believe anything she said?”

I shake my head slightly. “Nothing I don’t believe about myself already or haven’t told you. I know you don’t think those things about me, but it’s just deflating.” I toss the crumpled paper towel on the floor out of petulance and anger.

“Never. And I repeat, never, believe a word Cindy says. I’m in love with you, remember? Like ridiculous, stupid, illogical-yet-everything-makes-sense-and-feels-right, in love with you.” He bops my nose and dispels any fear Cindy’s words caused.

I nod wordlessly, a toothy smile sweeping over my entire face.

“I’ll talk to Av on Sunday after we speak to Zee. Once this week is over, I’ll never make you doubt my love for you again.” His words are swoony, but he just reminded me of our other problem.

I shouldn’t have sighed a thousand times already this morning, but I have, and it’s exasperating. “Yep, but speaking of. I don’t think it’s going to go well with Xan. He got really agitated last night when Cindy called you hot, and reiterated it was creepy, and that it would hurt him.”

When I mention his son, his forehead crinkles in worry. “One day at a time, Tink.” He tenderly cups my face, his eyes conveying the depth of his affection for me.

Leaning forward, I land an open-mouth wet kiss smack bang on his lips. I unwillingly pull away, when I remember his daughter is sleeping just down the hall.

“What time does Haven usually wake up?” I whisper against his lips, peppering his face with soft kisses.

He glances at the clock on the stove behind him.

“Not for another 20 minutes at least. She’s a solid half past seven kinda girl.” His melt-worthy smile makes my heart skip a beat.

“Stand up, big boy,” I say suggestively, giving him a wink.

The glint in his eyes tells me he’s very on-board with what’s about to happen. Where we’re positioned, Blade’s covered by the bench top, so even if Haven was to wake up and stumble in, there would be enough time for him to pull up his pants.

Peeling his sweats down his muscular thighs, I’m greeted with the intricate patterns of ink adorning his legs. My moment of ogling is cut extremely short when I realise he isn’t wearing briefs, which leaves his bobbing cock centimetres away from my face. His serpent tattoo is teasing me in the most delicious way. It looks vicious, just like his swollen head that’s red bordering on purple if I don’t touch him soon.

His breathing grows shallow the moment I hold his solid length in my hand.

Inching forward, I run my tongue along his shaft, and immediately he hisses. Losing all sense of restraint, Blade digs his fingers into my messy pink bun and mutters. “That’s it, baby girl, suck daddy’s cock.”

I create a strong suction with my mouth, bobbing my head up and down, sliding him to the back of my throat. “So fucking good, Tink.” I feel him twitch against the roof of my tongue. Bucking his hips, I gag, pulling a hoarse grunt from him.

“Breathe through your nose, baby girl. That’s it,” he coos as I take his instructions as if they’re gospel. His possessive, uncontrollable grip in my hair drags my mouth up and down his cock. Saliva drips from my chin as he fucks me senseless.

“Christ, baby girl, is your cunt fucking my foot?” His words draw attention to the fact my pussy is indeed humping his foot, begging to release the tension in my core. I hum around him, nodding like a wanton slut. The pressure and stimulation on my clit are destroying any previous memory of orgasm I’ve ever had.

I peer up just in time to see his crow’s feet crease and muscled legs tense, before his hot cum shoots down my throat, spilling deep into my belly. “Fuck. Yes. Baby girl. Yes.” He jerks a couple more times before pulling back and spilling the rest inside my mouth.

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