Page 66 of Sexting His Son's Ex
I yawn. “I’m more than okay, and no, you didn’t hurt me. Not at all. I can’t wait to do that again.”
He chuckles, gathering my hair and moving it to my other shoulder. “You’ll be sore. We’ll need to wait. I won’t hurt you.”
We move to our sides, and he keeps me as close as possible, so he stays inside me.
The last thing I remember are his lips against my neck before sleep pulls me under. I’ve never felt more safe or loved.
I’m right where I’m meant to be.
18
SANTINO
Next morning…
Her mouth wrapsaround my cock, timid but eager, wanting and showing that she wants to bring me pleasure. She doesn’t know that she doesn’t have to do a damn thing. I’m always pleased with her. Even if it meant that I only looked at her every day for the rest of my life, which would be me enough.
Her mouth is warm and wet, her cheeks soft as they hollow. She wraps a hand around the base, stroking me in tandem with every bob of her head. Her tongue wraps around the crown, tracing the glands and it feels so real.
Too real.
I blink my eyes awake, a little confused from all the sensations. I can’t tell if I’m still caught in my dream. The pleasure is a dose of caffeine. The haze of sleep fades and I look down, witnessing a beautiful redhead between my legs sucking my cock.
“Jovie.” Her name is a shocked rasp on my tongue. “Sweet Girl, what did I do to deserve this?” My hands brush through her hairand cup the back of her head. “Oh, fuck,” I groan, never taking my eyes off her mouth on my cock. “Look at you. Spit dripping down your chin. Water stinging your eyes. Is that a hand I see disappearing between your legs?”
“Mhmm,” she does her best to answer, her tongue too busy to speak.
“Does sucking my cock turn you on?”
She doesn’t answer and I rip her mouth off me by tugging on her hair forcefully. She cries out in protest, her lips red and swollen. Spit drips from her bottom lip and lands on my shaft. Her eyes are glazed with desire, but I want to hear how much she wants me.
I’ve dreamed of this for far too long and refuse not to hear the words fall from her lips to please my ears.
“Does sucking my dick turn you on?” I question her again. “Don’t make me repeat myself. I’ll edge you for hours.”
She licks her lips. “What’s edging?”
My cock jerks, my orgasm threatening to erupt knowing she’s so innocent, so perfect for me.
“It’s where I bring you to the brink of an orgasm and stop, not allowing you to come. Over. And over. And over again. Until finally—” I sit up and reach between her legs, loving how wet she is for me. “I let you come.”
His pupils dilate with an intake of breath.
“Oh, you like that sound of that, don’t you?”
“Yes.” She sucks my thumb into her mouth, greedy for her lips to be wrapped around me.
“Good to know. Now answer me.”
“I love sucking your cock. I love making you feel good.”
I pull my hand free from her pretty, tight, claimed pussy and lie back, sucking my fingers into my mouth to savor her taste.
She whips her hair over her shoulder and sinks between my legs again, kissing down each hip. The foreplay, the gentle kisses, the way she’s taking her time surprises me. I’ve never had a woman do that before.
She sucks my length down halfway, unable to take the other few inches, and wraps her hand around the base. Jovie hums, the vibrations massaging my cock. I reach up to grab the headboard, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as she worships my cock.
“Fuck, Jovie. Jesus, I can’t think—” My orgasm threatens. “Jovie. I’m close,” I warn her, not wanting her to be surprised when I fill her mouth.
