Page 110 of Falling Back to You

“You’re making such a pretty mess, baby. Open your mouth and lick this shit clean.”

Outside of the bedroom I was in charge, but inside Ozzie and his dick always got their way. Rolling onto my back, I opened wide and was giddy as I sucked the taste of us from his shaft.

I was willing to do five to ten in the Tennessee Prison for Women over this man and his dick. Competing in a triathlon was doable if I knew his dick would be waiting for me on the other side. Ozzie had ruined my pussy for all others.

Licking his lips, he reentered me, continuing his heart-stirring strokes that forced me to whimper.

I cried out. I wanted him to fill every hole. Sweat dripped down his face, and like the horny slut I was, I licked it up. My legs twitched uncontrollably as he brought me closer to the edge.

“Growl for me, baby,” he said.

“Grrr.” It was less of a growl and more of a whimper.

“You can do better than that.”

You’d have thought Tony the Tiger was getting rammed from behind, the way I growled.

“You are so sexy,” he said through a laugh.

“Are you making fun of me?”

“No, ma’am, I am not.” Oz bit at my lip. “Are you ready to come for me?”

“Yes,” I choked out. Consider me a teakettle rolling to a boil and on the precipice of a squeal.

“Do you want to come on my dick or in my mouth?”

God, I loved having options. Ozzie’s tongue was masterful. But his dick was so thick that it was practically burrowing a tunnel to my soul.

“Your dick,” I said.

The final few strokes made my head spin and left me begging. I was a prideful woman, never soliciting shit. Ozzie’s dick was the only exception. At the first sign of my shivering, he tensed, and I knew we were going to climax together.

“Yes, Daddy, brand this pussy as yours.” I grabbed hold of his neck, and we locked eyes. “Come with me, baby.”

Oz surrounded my breast with his mouth, sucking my nipple to sweet nirvana. We collapsed to the bed as his legs gave out, but I rode his dick through the aftershocks and was treated to a second orgasm as his dick began to contract. “Take what you need,” he groaned with a slap to my ass. When my hips finally stilled, I lay over top of him while he rubbed my back, brushing my locs from my eyes. “Are you okay?”

He’d asked me this the first time we’d had sex and never stopped. Of course I was okay. I was safe in his arms. Nothing could harm me from here. Oz wouldn’t allow it.

I nodded. “What about you?”

“I think you know the answer to that.” He planted soft kisses to my hairline before untangling himself from me. He disappeared and returned with two tall glasses of water, my cell phone, and a washcloth. Then he tucked me in under the covers before climbing in next to me.

“We definitely have to get you a bigger bed.” He wiggled his toes, which were hanging over the edge.

“Do you plan on spending the night often?” I teased.

“Consider me your shadow. Where you go, I follow.”

“It’s gonna be a tight squeeze in my house with you spending so much time.” I loved my place, but it was twelve hundred square feet, and Ozzie had to duck into rooms so as not to hit his head.

“We could stay at the ranch, but my place is smaller, except for the high ceilings.”

“I guess we’ll just have to have perpetual sleepovers.”

He played connect the dots with the moles on my stomach. “I think we should tell Maple.”

My whole body transformed into a fist, clenched, trembling, and ready to fight. Yes, I knew I wanted to love this man, in this life and all the rest, but telling Maple made it less fairytale and more real. Like bills, homework, and a busted dishwasher real. And what did our being together mean? She’d have questions I didn’t have answers to.