Okay, I can fuck her later. I take my cock in one hand and move the other to the back of her head. She opens her mouth up with relish and I feed myself back onto that wet tongue.
Pepper swallows me as much as she can and starts to suck.
I start to rock again. My eyes close and my head falls back, and I give myself over completely to the pleasure she’s giving me.
While I can’t stop my hips from moving, Pepper is the one setting the pace. She’s the one fucking me now with her mouth, and wet sounds that are being produced are a turn-on. My teeth are gritted and I have to force myself to tighten up against the groans and grunts that I want to let free.
Chest heaving and my hands back on her head—just trying to steady myself more than anything—I know I’m getting ready to come. Pepper must feel it too since she’s still working my balls in her hand and they’re starting to draw in tight.
“I’m close,” I whisper in a strangled voice.
I swear I can feel her smile on my cock and she moves faster and sucks a little harder. When she moves her hand from my balls to stroke her index finger on my sensitive skin just behind, my eyes cross and I quit trying to hold back.
“F-u-u-u-c-k,” I groan, way too loudly and anyone passing by could hear. But I’m too far gone to care about it.
Pepper answers with a growling sensation that tickles the tip of my cock and I just let go. Let the orgasm loose and I blow every bit of my lust right into her mouth. She swallows and sucks on me like a straw, drinking it down and it’s sexy as fuck that she likes it.
I know she likes it because she hums softly as she does it, eyes closed with what looks like bliss.
She’s blissed out from pleasuring me, and something cracks inside my chest.
Pepper isn’t the first woman to give me a great blow job, but she is the first to do it and touch an emotion within me.
As I pull back and slide slowly out of her mouth, she opens her eyes and the expression on her face is almost dreamy. She daintily wipes at the corners of her mouth and says, “That was nice.”
Nice? Yeah, not nice.
Utterly fucking fantastic and not just in a physical way.
I know that Pepper Nantais could never just be casual to me.Chapter 16PepperIt seems so long since I’ve sat at my drafting table that my pencil feels slightly weird in my hand. I stare at the blank page in front of me for just a moment, and then start to sketch.
As both the writer and illustrator of my stories, I’ve got sole responsibility of making my books worthy of the children that read them.
I didn’t always want to be a children’s book author, but I had always loved kids and I was a decent artist. While both my parents and my sister are doctors, I was the creative one in the family and followed my passion to get a degree in graphic design. I got an entry-level job doing ad design for a clothing company and in my free time I fiddled with some sketches for an idea I had.
It took me almost three years to develop the full concept of The Grand Adventures of Penelope and Bert into a comprehensive line of illustrated children’s stories, but I was proud of what I’d accomplished.
I was stunned when I landed an agent.
Almost disbelieving when I was made an offer by a major publisher, although it wasn’t enough money for me to leave my day job.
My own story is like a fairy tale, though, because when my book was released—complete with my own watercolor paintings of the Canadian geese, Penelope and Bert, who migrate every year to the same pond—no one expected that it would be so popular. It hit the New York Times bestseller list for seventeen weeks in a row and when the next offer came from my publisher for a three-book deal, it was more than enough to quit my day job.
Each successive launch was as good, if not better, than the one before, and I was making more money than the doctors in my family.
But I do have a deadline starting to loom and my artwork has been neglected. This particular story—which tells of the hatching of Penelope and Bert’s first gosling who they name Princess—is set to release in the summer and my first sketches are due to my art editor in two weeks. I’ll later do the watercolor renditions after the actual sketched scenes are approved as fitting to the written story, which I turned in last month to my copy editor.