Page 123 of Barron's Second Chance
Edenhadneverfeltas satisfied as she did that very moment. Her body was deliciously sore from the attention Barron had delivered over the last few hours. There was a dull ache between her thighs, which he spent an extended amount of time reacquainting himself with - even though their separation barely lasted four hours.
Her nipples were red and bruised thanks to his pinching, biting, and sucking - not that she was complaining, far from it. Her ass was also a tad sensitive. The firm globes had been squeezed repeatedly, with Barron's middle finger buried inside the tight rosebud while she worked her wet cunt over his cock.
Not that Barron went unscathed. She was sure she had pulled a few strands out of his head when sheenthusiasticallyground her wet slit over his mouth. It was his own fault for giving such good head. He was also sporting a few love bites on his neck and collarbone and more on his stomach since Eden decided that she needed to see whether his adonis belt would look pretty with her love bites on them. It did. They probably wouldn't look as pretty in the cold light of day, but that’s what turtlenecks and scarfs were for.
Eden suddenly felt her hair tug back, stinging her scalp with the rough action. She would smile if her mouth weren't currently stuffed full of Barron's hard cock. She gagged, and her eyes watered as he buried his rigid member down her throat. That was another sore part of Eden's body - her jaw.
"Yeah, choke on my dick, baby," Barron groaned as he twisted more of her hair around his hand and tightened his hold.
Eden moaned around his cock, spit dripping down the side of her mouth as she relaxed her throat in an attempt to take him all. She didn't know who was guiding who - was her head bobbing up and down on his dick, or was he pistoning his hips in and out of her mouth? Either way, her cunt was into it from the feel of her wet, slippery fingers as they rubbed at her clit.
"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna shoot," he warned.
She didn't know why he needed to alert her every time. Eden had given Barron enough blowjobs that she could tell how close he was by the tightening of his hands on her scalp and the rhythmic, guttural grunts spilling from his mouth.
And if he thought he was warning her in case she didn't want his come in her mouth; then he didn't know her at all. Although, the handful of times Barron wanted to shoot his come over her face had been fun. His dirty version of marking his territory, he smugly told her.
Eden hummed around his cock in approval as it moved quickly in and out of her throat before stilling. Barron moaned loud and long above her, causing her pussy to burst in its own warning of an impending orgasm. She rubbed frantically at her swollen and tender nub, timing her explosion of release with the spill of his come on her eager tongue.
"Fuck, baby," Barron groaned, stroking her head tenderly as he watched her swallow his spend. He slipped his softening cock out of her mouth as she wiped at her wet lips and eyes. "How does it get better and better every time?"
Eden smiled up at him as she sat back on her heels, giving her knees a bit of relief. Another deliciously sore body part.
Barron stared intensely down at her, love shining through in his gaze. Her mouth felt swollen, her hair was in disarray, and her skin glistened with drying sweat. She was sure that she looked a hot mess. But from how Barron was staring at her, she felt like Helen of Troy.
Eden scrunched her face up as Barron bent down to grab the hand she had been masturbating with to slip her digits into his mouth.
"Barron, gross," she admonished as she pulled her hand away. "I haven't showered."
She did have a brief wipe-down with a cloth when she went to relieve herself in the bathroom, but other than that, she still felt...funky.
"Yeah, and I smell like a bunch of roses right now," Barron grinned before scooping her giggling form up and carrying her to the bathroom.
Feeling refreshed and slightly tender, Eden took a sip of her lemonade as she watched Barron put away the last of their washed dishes.
"Mmm, a man who cooks and cleans...how did I get so lucky," she winked as she set her glass down.
Barron flashed her a grin before leaning over his small island and giving her a quick peck on the mouth. "Well, once you move in here, you'll be able to see it anytime you like."
Eden glanced shyly up at him, thrilled at his words.
She knew he was disappointed when she made excuses not to stay at his place. She had been so tempted to unpack all her shit at his, but that silly part of her - the part that was scared of change - thought that some distance between them would be good for their relationship, keeping it on the steady line that it was on.
Even though her body ached for him every time she climbed into her childhood bed after spending practically all day together. Her forced distance made sense in her head. Now, she cursed herself for wasting so much time and for not talking to Barron about her fears first.
"Highly presumptuous of you," she retorted with a teasing smirk.
Barron growled. "Woman, you are not staying another night away from me. While you're back home, you stay with me."
If her poor vagina weren't so sore, she would've climbed onto the island and offered herself up as a snack. A firm, authoritative Barron was someone she could get behind.
"Fine," she sniffed. "Wouldn't want you stalking me again."
Barron let out a strained chuckle. "You're never gonna let me live that down, are you?"
"Nope," she confirmed, popping the 'p'."
"I'm gonna kill my mom." Barron shook his head as he took her empty glass to wash out.
