I reach the place I want to be. My hand palms the base of his cock. Fingers wrap around him and then I begin to slowly stroke him until I hear him hiss.
I’m unable to look up to him because it only makes me a greedy sex monster. Seeing Rhett drunk off lust drives me insane, making my own release that much more needy.
My tongue darts out, connecting with the tip of his cock. The light and quick taste of him sends me into overdrive. His deep growl adds to the mixture and all sense of control that I thought I once had is now long gone.
My lips wrap around the head of his cock, giving it a tug with and sinking my teeth into him.
“Fuck, Darb,” he growls.
Both of his hands tangle into my hair and pull me down further onto his dick. I let his hands guide the motion, pulling me down to a near gagging state then back up to the tip. He repeats this motion over and over. I suck hard a few times, then simply glide my mouth over him, and even add teeth every once in awhile.
“Fuck me.”
His growl is powerful, making my own center throb. I find my hips moving back and forth, hopelessly struggling to find some sort of release.
“Enough.” Rhett pulls me up to him by my upper arm.
I don’t have time to question him about what is happening before he’s setting me down on his dick. He doesn’t slam down or even force it. A new wave of gentleness washes over him as he guides my hips down on him. I feel every single inch of him as I slowly take him in. This time it’s me cheering out my pleasure.
“Rhett,” I sing out.
Once he’s fully inside of me, I freeze, plant my palms on his chest, and squeeze my eyes shut. It feels so damn good this morning and so very different from all the other times we’ve been together. It’s a new and odd feeling. One I’ve never felt before and one I fucking adore, but I am scared to become too addicted to it. All good things never last and vanish away in the wind like ashes, but this…I have all my faith in. I’m laying down my cards and going all in with this man.
“You feel so fucking good, Darby, it’s all I need. This and you.”
Another delightful moan escapes me as I fight to ground myself in this moment. His hands begin to guide me up and down on him. With each move along his hardened cock, my need and desire grow. He pushes and grinds against all the right spots, and I spiral way too close to my release.
I fight back my release and enjoy the sensation taking over my entire body right now. When I glance down to Rhett’s face, it only quickens the pace of my pending orgasm. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip and eyes full of want.
“You’ve got to hurry the hell up, baby.”
“Go,” I whisper and ignore the pace he sets guiding my hips.
My palms press down harder on his chest, letting my hips move harder and faster on him. Passion rips through my spine as I fuck Rhett harder than I ever have. My nails dig into his chest and I hear him grunt, then feel him go inside of me. It is the combination of all of it…the warmth of Rhett inside of me, his clear pleasure painted on his face, and our connected bodies that let me follow him.
I don’t stop once I’ve gone and Rhett has too. I ride out every last linger of my release until I collapse on his chest.
“That was amazing, baby.” Rhett rubs his hands up and down the length of my back.
“Feeling you flooding me, and still moving up and down on you is the best feeling ever.”
Rhett grabs my face in his hands, forcing me to look down at him. “And baby, you just fucking delivered my gold medal.”
“Rhett,” his mom’s voice rings out in the small shack.
“Locks,” I hiss, scurrying to pull on some clothes. “Locks are first on our fucking agenda.”
8
Rhett
I inhale my entire breakfast and polish off Darby’s plate, then help myself to even more food while I watch Darby hold Charlie. She coos to the baby and loves her like her own. I know she thinks we’d make shit parents, but I wish she could see just how perfect she is with baby Charlie.
She’s