She was too good at this.
“I’m going to come,” he warned her. And she slid him deeper into her mouth, swallowing as he came with a groan.
Fuck. His head spun slightly. A mix of pleasure and exhaustion flooded him.
He slumped back on the bed, feeling drowsy and relaxed. In fact, he wasn’t sure of the last time he’d felt this relaxed.
“Come up here, girl. Get your clothes off and then sit on my face. I wanna eat you out.”
“I’ve just got to go to the bathroom real quick.”
He grumbled, but he supposed he couldn’t stop her.
“You have three minutes, and then I’m coming after you.”
“Okay, Grampy. Why don’t you just lie there and get yourself comfortable.”
“That nickname is not happening, brat.” After he’d eaten her out, he intended to have her ride him. He wouldn’t mind bending her over and fucking her. But that would have to wait for another day. Maybe tying her to the table and fucking her mouth then her pussy. Hmm . . . that had possibilities.
Or she could sit on his lap and he’d fuck her as she bent forward. Yeah. Another good idea.
He had more . . . lots more . . . he just couldn’t think of them all right now. But later . . . yep . . .
* * *
Maeve tiptoedout of the bathroom.
She’d had a feeling he was going to fall asleep if she just left him alone for a few minutes. Not that she hadn’t wanted to sit on his face. Nope, her clit was complaining loudly about getting left out.
But she could put up with that. Especially if it meant that he’d get some sleep. She didn’t like the dark marks under his eyes. He looked like he could use a good night’s rest. And if he needed her to help him . . .
She’d noticed how extra grouchy he was too. Not that it worried her. She thought it was funny when he was all grumpy. She stared down at him, wondering if he’d wake up if she put a blanket over him. He was bare from the waist down, his cock still at half-mast.
It was so cute.
She had to grin at that thought. She was pretty sure he’d scowl and bluster at her if she called his cock cute.
Hmm . . . that did give her an idea, though.
No, she shouldn’t.
It was too naughty.
But it would be sooo funny. Did she dare?
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Gray stretched.
Fuck. When did his bed get so uncomfortable? A strawberry scent hit his nose.
That wasn’t the way his bed smelled.
And his sheets weren’t this scratchy. The pillow wasn’t practically non-existent. Fuck, he thought he had a permanent crick in his neck now.
He sat up suddenly, looking around.
Yep, he was in Maeve’s bedroom.