“That’s because my dick is dumb. He doesn’t consider consequences.”
“No worries. It’ll be okay. Promise.”
Adelyn pulls out my cock as she goes down. Oh, how I love to see a girl on her knees. I can’t think of anything any hotter.
Her warm, wet tongue starts at the base and licks my length. When she gets to the head, she swipes her tongue over the tip and drinks the droplets of moisture there. She just swallowed my pre-cum. I bet she swallows when I get off. I hope so.
She wraps her hands around my balls and massages when she takes me into her mouth.
All. The. Way.
Deep. Throating.
Fuck.
I put my fingertips in her hair, careful to not mess it up, and encourage her to take me deeper, harder, faster. “You’re such a good girl, Max. MY good girl. No one else’s.”
You’re such a good girl, Max. MY good girl. No one else’s.
Those words of ownership come out of my mouth so naturally. But I guess they should. They’re the same ones I’ve said to her in every fantasy I’ve had about us since we were last together four days ago.
She is mine and I can’t wait to show her. Control her. Dominate her. I’m going to be everything she needs and more.
Her suction increases and the pleasure ignites my orgasm. “I’m about to come in your mouth. And you’re going to swallow it. Every last drop.”
She grasps my hips and sucks harder as her mouth slides back and forth over my cock. “That’s it, Max. Fuck me with that beautiful mouth.”
My cum shoots into the back of her throat, and I feel her swallow around my tip. Not even a hint of a gag. Damn. Her sweet, greedy mouth took every drop I had to give. No hesitation. That fills me with a pride like I’ve never known.
I rub my thumbs down her cheeks. “That was amazing.”
She looks up at me from her knees, so submissive, like she’s willing to give me any and every thing I want. “I love hearing you tell me I’m your good girl.”
“Because you are very good and you’re mine.”
My research on alpha males didn’t consist of one brief web search. I’ve studied it intently so I would be prepared for the things Adelyn might ask of me. What I discovered was that this relationship isn’t going to be difficult for me. I’m prepared and ready to give Adelyn everything she desires. And I desire it too. Her. Mine.
I help her up and rub my thumb over her lips before placing a kiss against her mouth. “I may die, like really fucking die, if I don’t get to have you soon.”
“Sunday night. Only three more days.” Only three more days? Fuck. That feels forever away.
She brushes her hands over her knees. “Baby, they’re really red. Don’t let your parents see them.” It would be a fucking disaster if they figured out their daughter was on her knees giving me a blowjob in the pantry while they’re sitting fifteen feet away.
She kisses me back. “Paying attention to details. I’m proud of you.”
We leave the pantry and go to work on plating dessert. Adelyn calls out from the kitchen, “Daddy, you don’t want whipped cream, right?”
“None for me, honey.”
I wrap my arms around her waist from behind. I can smell her arousal, and adding that to the slightly glazed expression I saw in her eyes while we were in the pantry, I know my girl is turned the fuck on. All from being on her knees before me, sucking me off. I have this strong urge to reward her, a desire I don’t think I have ever felt before now.
I move my mouth over her ear. “Why don’t you come over later and I’ll give you some whipped cream?”
She giggles as she moves a slice of pound cake to a plate. “I think you just gave me a whole mouthful.”
“And you loved it.” And I love her dirty mouth.
“I did. And I’d love to have more but not while my parents are here.”
“Sneak out. They’ll never know.”
“Trust me. He’ll know.” I need these people to get gone.
“Then don’t sneak out. Tell them you’re coming over for something.” I don’t want to rush things, but I’ll take a quickie if it’s all I can have.
She turns in my arms and puts her hands on my face. “Listen. I want my parents to like you. And right now, despite the whole beer and tattoos thing, I think they do. Which is like a fucking miracle. I don’t want to push my luck; I’m afraid of ruining it.” She wants them to like me. I don’t think she’d care if she weren’t planning to keep me around for a while.
I definitely won’t be on the top of their favorites list if they think I’m fornicating with their baby girl. I see this relationship going somewhere so I need to keep my nose clean. And out of her pussy until Sunday. But after that, it’s game on. “I know you’re right. But I’m dying to be inside you.”
“And you will be . . . in a few more days.”
Fuck. I’m a patient man but I may lose my mind before I get between Adelyn’s legs. “You’re killing me. You know that, right?”
“You’ll survive. No one ever died from not fucking.”
“That could be debatable.” I pull her close and press a kiss to the top of her head. “But I’ll somehow manage.”
I look over Adelyn’s head and see Mrs. Maxwell standing in the kitchen. Watching us. Damn. I hope she didn’t overhear that conversation.
“Sorry. I was just coming in to see if you needed any help.”
I release Adelyn and she immediately returns to working on dessert. “Mama, you want extra strawberries?”
“Please.”
Mrs. Maxwell comes up behind me and rubs her hand side to side over my upper back before patting it. “I’ve got this, Oliver. Why don’t you go talk to Michael?”
I know he sent her in here to lure me back into the dining room. Fuck. What does he want to talk about?
“Yes, ma’am.”
I take my seat at the table and wait. Wait for the other shoe to drop. Wait for the firing squad to shoot. Wait for the interrogation to begin.
“I can see Adelyn likes you very much.” And here we go.
“I hope so because I like her.” I want whatever this is with Adelyn to progress. And I feel like I’ll need the Maxwell’s approval to make that happen.
“It’s easy to see how much you like her.” I’m glad he’s able to recognize that.
“Your daughter’s an amazing woman.” He doesn’t even know the half of it. How strong she is. How resilient.
“She deserves an amazing man.”
“She definitely does.”
“I want to tell you a story.” Oh, fuck. Here we go with the hellfire and brimstone. “I was eighteen when I met Adelyn’s mother. She was something else, and still is, but dear God . . . there’s nothing like the first time you lay eyes on the woman you’re going to love for the rest of your life. There’s nothing like that first touch. That first kiss. Or that first time she lies beneath you. Rachel was not my wife when that happened.”
Mrs. Maxwell is a very attractive woman. I’m sure Brother Maxwell did think she was something else. But I don’t have a fucking clue how to respond to what he just told me.
“She was seventeen and I took her virginity. But I bet you’re wondering where I’m going with this story.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I am a pastor but I’m also human which means I understand your urges. I’ve been there. But that also means I know what you want to do with my daughter.” Fuck. I’ve never been confronted by anyone’s dad about having sex with his daughter. It feels like he thinks we’re seventeen. “Am I wrong, son?”
“No, sir.” He’s straight up asking me if I want to fuck his daughter. If I say I don’t, we’ll both know I’m lying.
“If you’re going to be the man in her life, be the amazing man in her life. Be the strong one who puts her needs above your own.” But what if her needs include choking her? I doubt Brother Maxwell would go along with that.
“Adelyn’s been taught the ways of a godly wife.�
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Whoa. No one has been talking marriage. And I don’t remember learning anything from the Bible about the things she wants to do. “I’ve only known Adelyn a couple of months. We’ve not discussed marriage.”
“But lying with her is on your mind. You’ve admitted that much.” No need to tell him he’s right. He knows I want her.
Fuck me. I want to do so much more than lie with your daughter, Brother Maxwell.
“Adelyn knows the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church. As the church submits to Christ, a wife should submit to her husband in everything. A husband should love his wife, just as Christ loved the church.” He points toward the kitchen. “That precious girl would make you a good wife should things progress to that point. But if that’s not what you want, please don’t ruin her for the man who will one day want her as his wife. So I’m a father asking you to carefully consider what it is you want from Adelyn. And I’m asking you to not break my little girl’s heart.”
I’ve never had a father tell me his daughter would make a good wife for me.
I’ve never had a father ask me to carefully consider what I want from his daughter.
I’ve never had a father ask me to not ruin her. Or break her heart.
It’s unnerving. But thought-provoking. “Brother Maxwell, Adelyn is a very special woman. I do not take our relationship lightly. I’ve already given it much thought and you have my word I will continue to do so.”
“Thank you, Oliver. I appreciate that.”
I devour my strawberry shortcake in record time so I can vacate the fucking premises. I need to get out of here. Too many feelings are swirling around in my head at the same time. “Dinner and dessert were great, as always.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
I push away from the table. “Need help cleaning up?”
“Adelyn cooked. I’ll clean.” Mrs. Maxwell gives us the you’re free to go nod. “I’ve got this.”
“It was good meeting you.”
“And you as well, Oliver.”
Brother Maxwell shakes my hand. “It was nice meeting you. I’m glad we were able to have a private word.” I wouldn’t really call what we had a word.
I look at Adelyn. “Walk me out?”
She wrinkles her brow. “O . . . kay.” We’re halfway to the backdoor when she starts questioning me. “Is something going on?”
“We’ll talk outside.”
We sit side by side on her patio sofa. She reaches for my hand and laces her fingers through mine. “I really think my parents like you. I’m happy about that.”
“I like them too. Your folks are nice.” Mrs. Maxwell was very warm, and Adelyn’s dad wasn’t nearly as rigid as I imagined. I mean, for fuck’s sake, he told me he took his wife’s virginity when she was seventeen, before they were married.
“I wish you wouldn’t go. My parents were enjoying getting to know you. And I was enjoying watching them get to know you. I’ve never had that kind of experience before.” I wonder if that means they didn’t know Martin?
“They’re only here a few days. You should spend time with them.”
“I’m still spending time with them when you’re around. That part doesn’t change.”
“I know but you should have one on one. Or one on two. Whatever.”
“Okay. But I want a goodnight kiss first.” I look toward the French doors to make sure Brother Maxwell isn’t standing there watching us like a hawk. “They’re not watching us if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“I’m not so sure after the conversation your dad and I just had.”
“You’re being silly.”
Her hands go for my zipper just like they did in the pantry. “What are you doing?”
“If you don’t know what I’m doing then I didn’t do it well enough earlier.”
I have this vision of Brother Maxwell opening the door and catching us in the act. “Your parents—”
“Aren’t paying us any attention. I’m twenty-seven years old. They don’t spy on me like I’m a teenager with her boyfriend.”
She lowers the pull tab of my zipper. “I’m going to suck your cock dry.”
Whoa. Fuck.
She pulls my dick out of my pants and grasps her hand around it, stroking up and down. “You have a perfect dick. Perfect length. Perfect girth. It fits inside me the way a cock should. Other men dream of being hung like this.”
I need to make her stop. But what she’s doing feels so fucking good. So much better than what I’d be doing to myself at home later tonight. I don’t think I have the strength to tell her she needs to stop.
“You like the way my hand feels jerking you off?”
Is she kidding me? “Fuck, yes.”
“Do you like my hand or mouth better?” That is a tough choice.
“I like both.”
“Okay.” She crawls over and straddles me.
“Whoa, Max. Your parents could come out and catch us.” I look at the window and see them both in the kitchen. Literally, all they have to do is open the patio door to get a peep show of their daughter on top of me.
“We can see them because they’re on the inside with lights. We’re outside in the dark. If you’ll think about it, you’ll know they can’t possibly see us.” Doesn’t feel that way. I feel exposed for them to discover at any moment.
Adelyn bobs, riding me as she glides her hand up and down my cock. “I am so horny, Thorn. Please put your hand in my panties and make me come.”
I shut off my thoughts about the conversation with Adelyn’s father and slide my fingers up the leg of her shorts until I find her panties. But I don’t go straight for the clit. I stroke her pussy lips through her wet panties first.
“That feels good.”
“You’re already drenching wet.”
“Because of you. I want you inside me so badly I can’t stand it.”
I push two fingers inside her and turn my hand so I’m able to stroke that ridged dome in the arch of her pelvis. “Feel good?”
Her hips are moving in counteraction with my hand. “More toward the front.”
Clits are good for one thing. Clitoral orgasms. But the G spot? That’s where you build the big O.
Yeah. There’s a huge difference.
Or so I’m told.
I move my fingers in and out of her quickly, applying upward pressure. “Am I hitting it now?”
I’ve learned the female anatomy varies a little from one woman to the next. What feels good to one may do nothing for someone else. The only way to know is to ask.
“That feels amazing. Don’t stop.” Sounds like I’m right where I need to be.
Adelyn rides my hand while I thrust my hips into her fist. Not like being inside the real thing but it’s definitely getting the job done. “Max . . . I’m about to come.” I do not need to shoot cum on her clothes.
“How close?”
“Real close.”
“Got it covered.” She rises on her knees and moves my cock to the space between her legs so it’s aimed at the ground instead of her shorts. “All good. You can blow whenever you’re ready.”
She grasps my cock harder and moves it up and down my length faster. Until I spasm and explode.
I wrap my free arm around the back of her neck and pull her down so her forehead is pressed to mine. “So . . . fucking . . . good.”
She releases my dick and wraps both arms around my shoulders. Her turn now.
She’s still on her knees so I change my angle. “Still feels good like this?”
“Mmm . . . hmm. Almost there.”
I finger-fuck her faster, focusing all the pressure, and my attention, on that ridged nodule. She buries her face against my shoulder and grasps the neck of my shirt, pulling it so hard I hear threads pop. “Oh, fuck, Thorn. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Her hold on me tightens as her vagina grips my fingers with its contractions. Fuck, she’s wet. Soaking. And getting wetter with each spasm. “That’s it. I
want my good girl to come hard for me.”
Her body twitches several times before she plunges completely toneless over me. “Damn, I don’t think I even realized how badly I needed that.”
I kiss the side of her face. “Good, eh?”
“Spectacular. You give me the best orgasms ever.”
“I’m glad you think so.”
I squirm beneath her and reach down to shift my parts. “Baby, you’re crushing my nuts.”
“Oh, sorry.” She lifts her leg and swings it around so she can sit beside me.
“You didn’t have to get off me.” I like being close with Adelyn. Face to face.
She leans into me and pushes her shoulder against mine. “Straddling your cock like that had me considering things I shouldn’t, so this is a much safer position.”
“What kind of things?”
She buries her face against my arm. “I’m not saying.”
“Because you’re afraid it would scare me?” I feel prepared for anything she could ask of me.
She shakes her head against my arm. “No. Because it scares me.”
Must be something else if it’s enough to frighten this woman. “Tell me, Max. I want to know.”
“I was warring with myself about taking off my panties and shorts and sinking down on your dick until you are balls deep inside me. No protection. That’s how much you make me want you. I lose my mind with lust. And it’s scary as hell.”
Fuck. She’s going to make me hard again saying shit like that.
I’ve never been inside a woman without a condom. Not even with Eden. Looking back on my relationship with my almost-fiancée, consistent condom use was a good idea, considering she was fucking around on me.
“I know. Dumb. Don’t listen to me.” I asked her to tell me and she did. I can’t let her be embarrassed about this. Especially since I was thinking the same thing too.
I wish I could see her face. Her eyes. But it’s too dark.
I put my hand to her face and my thumb rests against the carotid in her neck. It’s pounding so hard. Thumping so fast against my finger. “I had the same thought, Max. Except it went a little more like ‘Man, I wish she’d let me pull her panties down and put my cock inside her right now. But I’ll take her hand if it’s all I can get.’”
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