Father, brother, sister, wife—anyone can get it.
“You’re right. What else?”
“We’ll sit down on Sunday, and you’ll tell me why you left me. And the ‘we were too young’ and ‘it was a mistake’ bullshit isn’t going to fly. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” I whispered hoarsely, feeling my heart fall to my feet.
“And if, for a second, I believe you’re lying to me, I’ll return the documents to the safe, drag you to Mom and Dad’s, and confess everything. Do you understand me?” he said sternly.
I nodded mechanically, feeling like I wasn’t in control of my body. I stood from the bed and stared into eyes that swam with pain, confusion, and loss.
“So… let me get this straight. You want to play house for a week?” His Adam’s apple bobbed, making me wonder why he was such a sucker for pain. That was the difference between him and me—I ran away from pain, and he ran smack dab into it. “You want me to make your breakfast, have your dinner on the table when you get home, and fuck you good before bed?”
He nodded once, and my heart broke for him, but not as much as it would on Sunday.
“This is a bad idea, Grant,” I whispered.
“I know… but this is what I want.”
“But it’s not right.”
He cupped my cheeks before pressing his lips against mine so softly that it felt like kissing air. He broke the kiss and whispered against my lips, “Get on your knees, baby.”
I ought to be fucking ashamed at how fast my knees hit the floor, but Grant knew exactly what to do and say to get me to submit.
“Are you going to take me down your throat like the good girl you are?” he asked, dropping his pajama pants to the floor. He held his monument of a dick in his hand and stroked it languidly, forcing precum from his crown.
“Did you even have to ask? Let me give you something to hold on to, baby,” I said as I unfurled my bun, leaving behind my high ponytail from dinner.
Grant grabbed my ponytail, wrapped it tightly around his fist, and used his hold on me to guide me to his dick.
“God, I missed you.”
Chapter Eight
Grant
My lips pursed when Kiyah’s wet tongue ran up the underside of my shaft. She teased the horizontal barbell that only served to please her.
And when I say “only served to please her,” I mean it. I take out my piercing before having sex with anyone else.
I didn’t want to make another woman fall apart like my wife.
“Touch yourself,” I demanded, licking my lips as her fingers delved between her parted thighs. She sucked my tip between those goddess lips of hers and moaned. I expected her to edge me and draw out my pleasure, but instead, she fixed her glossy brown eyes on me and slowly sank down my erection, rolling her tongue against the underside until she gagged around me with a few inches to spare. She paused, and I hissed when she cupped my balls in her free hand.
I wonder how long she’ll deprive herself of air.
Kiyah loved sucking my dick as much as I loved eating her out. Once, I was studying in the library, and she barged into the study room, nearly scaring me half to death. I asked what the emergency was, and she said she had twenty minutes until her next class and needed me down her throat to get her through her monotonous professor’s lecture. A few seconds later, she was on her knees, tearing me out of my jeans and delivering the mostfrantic and sloppy head of my life. Two minutes later, I was coming so hard my toes cracked in my tennis shoes. She stood up, wiped her lips with the back of her hand, and ransacked my backpack, looking for a pack of gum. She popped the gum into her mouth, kissed me on the cheek, told me she loved me, and disappeared, leaving me confused and utterly spent with my dick out and my jeans around my ankles.
Kiyah jerked back for air with a loud gasp. Saliva moistened her lips and dribbled down her chin. “I missed you, too,” she whispered before nearly bringing me to my knees by hollowing her cheeks and sucking my dick so hard that I thought she’d rip my piercing out.
“Just…like that…Ki,” I moaned when her hand moved to assist—twisting and tugging as she slurped away. My eyes rolled in the back of my head when I witnessed her pull away and take her pussy juice-drenched fingers and coat the head of my dick with her arousal before sinking back onto me.
She swallowed me greedily and hummed her appreciation around my thick length as she made me her bitch. Saliva mixed with my precum and her arousal leaked in rivulets from both sides of her mouth. I reached down, gathered it, and smeared it across her cheeks.
My release was nearing.
“Did you prep?” I asked.