Page 35 of Cougar

I wipe the tears from my face, excited that John understands my current brand of crazy.

“Yeah. He was great. Such a homebody. Always happy to stay in, watch movies, and play board games and video games. We loved going camping, though. He was the best brother. I hate that I didn’t get more time with him. I find myself thinking about him nonstop on some days and then not at all for months at a time. It’s this crazy back-and-forth motion. Some days are tough. I’ll sit back and think about everything that I’m missing out on when it comes to him. But then there are days where I think he isn’t missing much because everything has gone to shit. But then that makes me think about how he will never know my son.”

I start to cry again and turn my head to look toward the crib and away from John. I know that he doesn’t care about me crying. I know it doesn’t bother him at all, but it’s bothering me. Crying sucks.

“Hey,” he says, and I turn back to him, “if anything, he’s the first one to meet him.”

“What? How do you figure?” I ask, completely puzzled at the notion.

“I don’t know how you feel about spirits, or God, or anything else. That’s a conversation to dive deep into on another day, but I’ll tell you what I believe. At least a small part. I really think that babies can see ghosts. And I believe that those that loved us the most, they watch over us when they die. Your brother, he’s watching over you. Our son knows exactly who he is. He can see him, he can hear him, and he can feel him. Our son knows that he’s protected not only by us but by his uncle too.”

“Damnit, John.”

I bring my feet off his lap and lean forward. The waterworks are even worse now, and I can’t stop them, no matter how much I want to. He knows exactly what to say when I need to hear it the most. I throw myself at him. He pulls me close, and I sob into his chest.

“I love you,” I whisper through my cries.

He leans back, and the smile on his face is breathtaking. “I love you too. So damn much.”

His lips crash into mine as his hands grip the sides of my face. I don’t know how long we stay connected by our mouths, but when he lets out a feral groan, I demand he takes me to our room.

Having to disconnect from each other to get to our room is too much time. Once I’m sitting on the bed, I remove my shirt and sports bra. Wordlessly, he drops to his knees. I lean back on my elbows, and he removes my leggings and spreads my legs apart. My arousal is already apparent.

“Fuck, I love when you don’t wear underwear, and I can dive right in.”

He always says such cheesy things, but I forget about it all the second his mouth latches onto my clit. He sucks me, and tongue fucks me as if it’s the last thing he will ever get to do. I can’t tell if he’s trying to play an instrument with his tongue or fold an origami swan, but whatever the fuck he’s doing, it’s making me scream.

My hips move of their own volition, allowing me to fuck his face in tandem with him eating me out. Oh, hell. No one has ever eaten me the way he does. His tongue has to be longer than normal. I swear I can feel him deep within me. He fucks his tongue in and out of me while using his fingers to rub my clit. When he removes his tongue, his fingers immediately take its place. He moves down to my ass, and his tongue laps at my puckered hole.

“Ungh. Fuck, John.”

I moan and fall flat on the bed. I continue to writhe around, unable to control the way my body responds. It’s euphoric the way he makes me feel. He sucks and nibbles at my hole while his fingers on one hand pump in and out of my cunt, and the other rubs my clit.

“John. I’m gonna come. Fuck. Don’t stop.”

His mouth comes off my ass and latches back onto my clit. He sucks, almost too hard, and pumps faster. He attacks my G-spot, and I explode. I feel everything. I swear there’s a white light that goes off, almost like a flash bomb, when I detonate. I can hear him slurping up everything I’ve given him.

“Jesus,” I pant. I move up on my elbows and see that his face is a fucking mess. “That mess is your fault.”

He growls as he comes up my body, “Yet you’re the one who’s gonna fucking clean it.”

He slams his mouth against mine, and I taste myself. I moan into his mouth before I grab his chin with my hand and turn his face. I lick him everywhere, including down his neck. I taste myself everywhere. All it’s doing is making me crave him more.

“Maybe I should have called you Kitten instead of Birdie,” he says as I lick his Adam’s apple.

“Hmm, maybe,” I tell him as I bite it.

His moan is delicious. I love a man who makes noise. My hands travel down his torso to the hem of his shirt. This man didn’t take the time to undress before fucking me with his mouth. He made sure I was taken care of first. I pull his shirt off him and latch onto his nipple. I suck on it, bringing it to a peak and tug. When he lets out a groan, I detach and move to the other side.

“That’s it, Birdie. Suck them harder.”

I’ve never been with a man who loves nipple play as much as John does, but I’m here for it. I want to give him anything he asks for. Anything he desires, I’ll be there to make sure he experiences it.

“Get your pants off and get your cock in my mouth, John.”

“Mmm, yes, ma’am.”

I raise my eyebrow at him as he pulls himself back so he can stand up and do what he was told. When his pierced cock springs forward, I lick my lips, desperate to feel it in my throat. Sitting up fully, I bring myself to the edge of the bed, spreading my legs as much as I can so I can bend forward enough. His height also makes it easier. He steps forward, and before he can say anything, like the hungry cock slut I am, I suck him down until I gag. He tries to pull back, but I don’t let him. I love the feeling of not being able to breathe. I love choking on it and having tears run down my cheeks from it.

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