Page 75 of The Hero
A burst of precome left the tip before he reached down and grabbed the base of his dick to keep himself from coming right then and there. He was primed and ready, and having the woman he loved sucking him off was almost more than he could take at the moment.
She was more enthusiastic than skilled at what she was doing, and Bob had never had better head. He kept one hand around his cock, holding himself still, and the other thrust into her hair, tightening as she bobbed up and down on his dick.
She slurped and licked as she enthusiastically pleasured him. He felt her mouth touch his hand every time she bottomed out on his cock, and it was the most intimate thing Bob had ever experienced.
But he was done. He needed to be inside her when he came. As much as he loved the feel of her mouth, he wanted to feel her hot, wet body spasming around his dick as he lost it.
He reached down and pulled her roughly off his cock, then walked her backward as he locked his lips onto hers. He could taste himself, and it only turned him on more. There was no way he was going to make it to their bed.
She hit the couch. He jerked her leggings and underwear down before he picked her up and sat her on the back of the sofa, placing her at the perfect height.
Then he took hold of his cock and sank into her soaking-wet folds with one firm thrust.
“Can’t wait!” he apologized.
In return, Marlowe moaned deep and low, kicking one foot out of her leggings and underwear so she could wrap her limbs around him, holding on and digging her fingernails into his shoulders.
Tingles were already shooting down his spine, and his balls had already drawn up. It was only a matter of seconds before Bob knew he was going to come. He wanted to wait. To draw this out. To make it good for her, but his body had other ideas.
Way before he was ready, Bob was shooting deep inside Marlowe’s body. His vision went dark for a moment, and his knees went weak. He managed to keep hold of her, and when he felt as if he could walk, picked her up and moved around to the front of the couch. He fell onto the cushions, keeping her clasped tightly against him.
She hadn’t come yet, and that was unacceptable.
“Ride me,” he panted as he leaned back, balancing Marlowe on his lap and reaching between them.
They were both still mostly clothed, Marlowe’s leggings and panties still trailing off one leg as she straddled him. Her hair was mussed where his hand had gripped it, and her cheeks were flushed.
“Take me, Punky. Like you did on our honeymoon.” Remembering how she’d been in that barn was enough for Bob’s cock to harden to half mast inside her.
She began to ride him, taking him in and out of her body as she rocked up and down. He tweaked her clit, helping her toward her orgasm even faster.
The feel of her muscles clutching him was something he’d never get tired of. The sounds their bodies made as they came together were so erotic, and Bob was relieved she was as turned on as she’d been so he hadn’t caused her pain when he plowed into her earlier.
“That’s it, Punky. Take your man. You’re so beautiful. And all mine. God, you have no idea how amazing that feels! Do it, Mar. I’ve got you.”
She let out a small screech as she arched, threw her head back, and came on him.
It was just as amazing as it had been the first time. Nothing could compare to her rhythmic pulses on his dick. He could feel a rush of wetness against his balls as she came.
He was smiling when she finally came back to herself. She looked at him, sweat dotting her temples, and she had a satisfied cat-got-the-cream look on her face. And she certainly had.
“Um ... hi,” she said shyly.
“Hi,” he returned with a huge grin on his face. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? I didn’t exactly make sure you were ready for me.”
“You didn’t hurt me,” she said. “I liked that. A lot.”
“I noticed,” he replied, not able to keep the note of pride out of his voice. “I’d ask what you ladies were talking about before we got there, but I’m not sure I want to know.”
“Babies,” she blurted.
Bob raised a brow. “Yeah?”
She wrinkled her nose. “I guess I got a little worked up. And then you swooped in and picked me up like a caveman ... I couldn’t help but jump you as soon as we got in here.”
Bob laughed. “Anytime you want to jump me, feel free,” he teased. “You hungry?”
“Well, I just had half a Granny’s Burger. You arrived before I could finish.”
