“Baby, that feels so good.” His voice was smoky with passion. “You make me feel so good.”
My heart swelled, which might be odd. I wasn’t sure if most girls fell more in love when they were giving someone a blowjob, but I loved giving Colton pleasure. I loved seeing and feeling his body’s reaction to me. I loved hearing him tell me how good he felt. How good I made him feel.
I continued moving up and down his shaft, enveloping him in the slick heat of my mouth, creating a mesmerizing rhythm. I lost myself in the motion and closed my eyes as I reveled in his taste, in the power of his body, in being with him like this.
“Open your eyes,” he commanded roughly.
I lifted my gaze and when it locked with his, my body shook from what I saw. Intensity. Passion. Affection. Need. Desire. All of those emotions swirled together and were directed at me. It was one of the most intense things I’d ever experienced. I felt both hypnotized and hypnotic at the same time. The connection that we shared wasn’t one-sided. I could see that he was just as mesmerized as I was.
I started moving more forcefully and his engorged head hit the back of my throat every time I moved my lips to the base, and I loved it. I worked to relax the back of my throat so that I could take him deeper and deeper. I wanted all of him, every little part of him.
“Stop. I’m gonna come,” he groaned.
But I didn’t stop.
The idea of him coming in my mouth didn’t bother me. In fact, it struck me as the ultimate power move—I would be in complete control at that point. But when I didn’t quit, he grasped my shoulders and pushed me backward, off of him.
“I said stop,” he repeated, his tone commanding now, and his eyes clear. Oh, shit. It was hot. And it had an effect on me…most noticeably the gushing river that my panties had just become. I’d never heard him use that kind of no-arguments tone before, especially with me. But, damn. It was hot!
His body was shaking from getting so close to release and a thrill raced through me because I knew that this was just the beginning.
Chapter 23
Colton
“Sugar can make even the sourest lemon into a nice cup of lemonade.”
~ Papa Duke
Fuck.
I hadn’t meant to speak to Bella that way, I’d just been so close to the edge and I didn’t want to get pushed over. I wanted to take her with me when that happened. My heart was pounding in my chest as I tried to gain control over my body.
When I could finally think straight I noticed the flush on Bella’s chest and the sparks of unadulterated lust exploding in her aqua blue eyes. Apparently she didn’t mind the way I’d talked to her.
I’d always loved the way I’d been able to read her mind. It wasn’t that I knew her exact thoughts, but if I looked in her eyes I felt her energy. No matter what she was saying with her mouth, I knew what she was feeling. I knew if she was sad, happy, upset, scared, mad, or best of all, turned on. Like right now.
“Take off your clothes.” I gruffly demanded.
When she didn’t immediately start stripping I thought that I would lead by example. I was still seated on the couch, shirt on and my pants and boxers at my ankles. With one arm I reached behind my back and tugged my shirt off as I kicked off my boots and then my jeans and underwear, grabbing a condom from my back pocket before they fell on the floor.
When I was fully naked I leaned back on the couch in a relaxed position. The only thing that gave away the urgency that I felt was the massive erection jutting straight up in the air, which was exactly where her eyes gravitated to. My dick jumped under her visual attention. Her lips parted and I heard a small whimper escape from the back of her throat. She blinked several times as her tongue licked her swollen lips.
Damn, she was so hot.
She didn’t want to think. She just wanted to feel. I could definitely help her achieve both of those things.
I spoke slowly, with a quiet authority, as I repeated my command. “Take off your clothes.”
I could see from the nervous excitement vibrating through her that this was stepping out of her comfort zone. And that’s what I wanted. I wanted her to be so consumed with me, with us, I wanted all of her to be so emerged in the experience that she forgot about everything else. The past and the future didn’t exist. There was only right now.
Her hands trembled as she unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them and her panties down before stepping out of them. The flush that had started on her chest but was now across her torso and up her cheeks deepened. When she stood back up she bit her lower lip as her full breasts rose and fell in even breaths.
“Turn around.” I moved my finger in a circular motion. “All the way around. Slowly.”
The corners of her lips turned up and her hair slipped over her shoulder as she pivoted on her heels until she was facing away from me. Her ass had always been on my top three favorite things in the world list, but since she’d grown into a woman it was even curvier and damn, it deserved a shrine. Her right shoulder lifted slightly, and she peeked over her shoulder, a coy smile on her face as she continued turning back around and when she faced me again, her breasts jiggled and a primal craving surged inside me.
If it wasn’t for the need growing inside me at the rate of about a million miles a minute, I could sit here and stare at her beautiful body all day. But, as it was, that hungry beast wasn’t going to allow me to sit passively by much longer. In fact, I figured I had about thirty seconds left in me before I was going to be forced to give in to the biological imperative to touch her, kiss her, and make her mine.
A minute, at the outside.
Lifting the condom I held between my middle and forefinger, I said. “Put it on me.”
She took it from me and ripped it open with her teeth in a smooth maneuver, and then pulled the condom out with two fingers. She bent down to roll it onto my protruding erection, and her breasts swayed gently with the movement of her arms. Damn, they were so beautiful. They were full and ripe, begging for me to reach out and cup them in my hands.
So, because I figured I’d resisted enough temptation, I did just that.
I flicked her nipples with my thumbs as she smoothly pushed the condom down over my cock. Fuck, it felt good to feel the gentle pressure of her fingers as she moved the latex tube down my shaft. Almost like a gentle hand job. My dick twitched under her touch and I ached to be inside her.
I wanted to fill her up. To have her inner walls mold to my shape in a way that only she could do. To prove to me yet again what I firmly believed—we were made for each other. Not just in the metaphorical soulmates sense, but also in the very real “physical puzzle pieces” sense.
When I was inside her, I knew that when our bodies had been formed, they had been intended for each other, because no other human beings on earth would fit together as perfectly as the two of us did. It just was not possible. I knew it with every thrust into her, and I could only hope and pray that she felt it, too.
We were meant to be.
“Come here,” I growled.
Her gaze locked with mine as she climbed onto the couch, straddling me again, her palms placed firmly on my shoulders. I wrapped my hand around the base of my shaft to hold it in place as she positioned herself above me, getting ready to lower her soft wetness down onto my stiff spear. There was a fire in her eyes that I hadn’t seen before. Something new and powerful.
She was taking control, and she was getting off on it.
Every time I didn’t think there was any possible way for her to get hotter…she did.
When she sank down onto my shaft, her tight passage resisted and she closed her eyes as she pushed down harder, breaking the barrier and squeezing her inner walls as she did. I kept my eyes glued to her face as she slid down inch by inch. I was fascinated by the way she seemed completely lost in the experience. Eyes closed, chin tilted back. She was totally absorbed, and I was totally mesmerized.
I had to employ even more restraint as I felt her closing around m
e, her heat enveloping me. It was all I could do not to lose control and bust before she even made her way all the way down. I let my eyes drift down to where we were intimately connected and watched as her feminine folds drew my body into hers.
When she had taken me completely inside herself and settled down in my lap, my dick buried in her, filling her to the hilt, she sighed blissfully. I lifted my head just in time to see her beautiful eyes open and look at me. She placed her hands on either side of my face, so tenderly and gently I could barely even feel them through the haze of lust and hunger I was in. She held my gaze for a full moment.
Then she leaned forward, resting her forehead to mine, our mouths mere millimeters away as our labored breaths intermingled. The thought shot straight to my heart and my dick simultaneously. We were literally breathing the same air right now, totally immersed in each other.
As she held my gaze, she started to move her hips back and forth in a slow and sensuous rhythm I found hard to resist. Every impulse screamed at me to grab her hips and move her up and down in the rhythm that my body was crying for—the frantic and animalistic rhythm that would bring us both to climax within seconds.
I wanted to thrust my hips upward with all the power my muscles could provide, at the same time pulling her hips downward to me. But I wouldn’t do that. I would let the energy between us build, let her move things forward at her own pace and enjoy the ride she was taking me on.
It’s not like it was a big sacrifice. It was one hell of a ride she was treating me to. It would almost be disrespectful to do anything but lay back and enjoy it.
She slid her hands down my neck and placed them on my shoulders again, bracing herself and creating leverage. Between the weight she put on her knees and the way she leaned on her hands, she was able to get quite a powerful up and down motion going, even without me thrusting upward.
After several pumps, her head fell back in abandon. This caused her back to naturally arch and I barely had to tilt my head forward to capture her nipples in my mouth.
I wrapped my arms around her, resting my hands on her lower back as I sucked, licked, and bit her rigid peaks while she rode me. I could tell that she was enjoying the work my mouth was doing by the way her moans and hums of pleasure were perfectly timed to the flicks and swirls of my tongue and the nips of my teeth.
I loved bringing her pleasure. It was my favorite thing in the world to do, even more than receiving it from her. More than anything I wanted the honor of doing it again and again in the future. That was my highest goal, and I would do whatever it took to reach it.
If work, love, and patience could win her—then we were a sure thing. Times like this, times when her body betrayed the emotions that her words wouldn’t admit to, gave me a powerful hope that all the things I was doing to prove myself to her might have a chance of paying off.
I slid a hand down her belly and between our bodies. I anchored my fingers around her hips to keep my grip steady and found her pleasure button with my thumb. I rotated it in rhythmic circles as she worked her body up and down, driving her closer and closer to the edge.
Everything about her body told me that she was reaching the point of no return. The way her whimpers and moans came quicker and faster. The way her belly rippled under my palm. The way her inner walls were milking me even tighter than they had been just a moment ago. And, most of all, the way her pace increased as she rode me.
“Oh, that’s good, that’s so good,” she said with a needy sigh.
Her voice sent shivers through me in places that even her touch couldn’t reach. I felt alive when I heard her speak, synapses fired in my brain that never went off for anyone or anything other than her.
I needed her. It was that simple. Living wasn’t really living if she wasn’t in my life. It was just existing. Better than the alternative, but—ah, hell, who was I kidding? Not by much.
Moments like this, with Bella naked in my arms, our bodies coming together like we were one person, our souls melting together like two crayons left on a hot car seat—these were the moments I lived for. These were what made everything else—all the work, all the waiting, all the pain, all the hurt—worth every damn second.
I felt my orgasm building, my balls tightened as they got ready to explode. I knew I wanted to bring her with me as I went up and over the cliff of ecstasy. That’s what this was about. It wasn’t about physical gratification. It was about losing ourselves in each other. About healing. About being connected as one.
With one hand, I gripped her hips, anchoring her body, then I moved my thumb back and forth in a steady rhythm over her clit and thrust into her, burying myself powerfully inside her again and again, matching her rhythm at first, but then gradually taking it over and setting my own pace, one that I knew would take us where we needed to go.
I felt her walls clenching around my dick, as her belly began contracting. I knew she was close, but when I heard her strangled cry of, “Oh, yes, yes, don’t stop, yes!” I knew I could break the thin thread of control I’d been holding on to and let myself go.
Every muscle tensed. My eyes shut as the freight train of pleasure slammed into me. The instant I made the decision to let go, I was overcome. I had no more control at that point, it was out of my hands.
A groan ripped from me as our climaxes peaked and then slowly ebbed, Bella gradually stopped moving on top of me until she was collapsed against my chest, wrapped up in my arms, snuggled up against my shoulder.
That was fine with me. I was happier than I’d ever been, sitting there on my couch with a naked Bella wrapped up in my arms. I didn’t know what the future held and I had no idea how to fix the past, but right now…I’d have to say that the moment was just about perfect.
Chapter 24
Bella
“You can never tell which way the apple’s gonna roll.”
~ Papa Duke
“Colton McCord is my dad.” Sadie repeated the same five words she’d been saying for the past half hour.
I really couldn’t get a read at how she was taking the news. She was just staring at me and every time I tried to explain the situation, she would interrupt me with her new mantra.
“Yes,” I confirmed once more. “He is. He didn’t know until yesterday. I thought he didn’t want to be a part of your life. But, his parents—”
“Colton McCord is my dad.”
Well, I’d gotten three sentences out that time. That was one more than I’d managed before. A thought hit me that maybe Sadie wasn’t ready to hear the specifics about what had happened. I’d worked myself up, practiced a speech, and was ready and willing to tell her everything, but maybe I should simply wait for her to ask questions and then I would answer them.
“Yes.” I left it at that. I would sit here all day, all week, all month if that’s what it took for her to process this news.
“And you knew this whole time?” she questioned me.
I was happy that she’d stopped repeating the same thing, but I wasn’t so sure I appreciated where she was going with this. Of course I knew who her father was.
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you tell me? If you knew this whole time?”
Okay, now we’re getting somewhere. “When you were a few months old I received these papers.” I handed them to her and gave her time to read them. I’d mentioned them already but I honestly didn’t think she’d heard a word I said past “Colton is your father.”
“I don’t understand. Why didn’t he want me?”
This letting her ask the questions was working out much better than trying to force-feed her the information.
“He did want you. He does want you. He never knew I was pregnant. His parents had him sign those thinking that he was signing papers to be his sister’s legal guardian. His sister had—”
“Leukemia.” Sadie said, much happier than anyone should say leukemia. “I know. She’s the reason that he went on Fairytale Love.”
“Right. So he thought he was signing those
documents. His parents told him that because they didn’t want him to have anything to do with me.”
“Why?” Her face contorted.
“Remember I told you that your grandpa died and then your grandma got sick?”
“Yeah, but actually she was on drugs.”
“How do you know that?” I was genuinely shocked.
“I heard you talking to dad…or um…Owen…or…what do I call him now?”
“Whatever you want.” There was plenty of time to figure that out.
“Anyway, I heard you guys talking in your room about it. You told him that was why you were sad on Mother’s Day sometimes and he asked why you would be sad if she was a shitty mom.”
“Sadie Jade.”
“What?” She lifted her hands. “That’s what he said.”
I remembered that conversation. He had found me crying in the bathroom. “Is that why you cleaned out the fridge, vacuumed and washed all the baseboards?” I asked.
That year Sadie started what she called Mother’s Day Cleaning Service and every year since, she had me write down the chores I didn’t want to do that week and she would do them.
“Yeah, I thought that was mean that he said that and I wanted to make you feel better. You love when things are clean, so I figured that’s what I would do. I was only five, I could come up with something better now.”
I reached out and pulled her into a hug. “I love you so much, ladybug.”
“I love you, too, mama.”
She didn’t pull away and instead let me hug her for as long as I wanted. When I let her go, I tried to get back to what she’d originally asked me. “So, yeah. Your grandma was on drugs and Colton’s parents didn’t want him to be involved with me.
So when I mailed pictures of you, after you were born, they never told him. Then, so I would never try to contact him again they tricked him into signing away his rights. And it worked.
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