Sweet as Candy - Karla Doyle Page 0,73
she sealed her lips over the crown. A deep groan filled the room, igniting the fire in her core as she lowered, drawing his length into her mouth.
“Holy fuck…your mouth is so perfect.”
Power unlike any she’d previously felt rushed through her. So different from before. She held the power to unravel with him in every intimate, connected way, and to unravel right along with him. The need to come hummed between her legs. She needed this. Needed this with him.
Holding him at the base, she hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard, letting his cock slide free of her mouth with a wet pop. “Still willing to do anything for me?”
“Anything. Name it.”
“Come with me.”
“Done.”
She shook her head when he moved to sit up. “I want you to come in my mouth.” She slipped one hand between her legs, gasping at the sensitivity of her clit. It wouldn’t take much to get there. “And I’m going come while you do.”
His gaze locked with hers, heating her, inside and out. “Show me.”
She leaned back enough to let him see her fingers, rubbing circles around her clit.
“Fuck, you’re hot.”
“You make me that way. I’ve never done anything like this, because I’ve never been as turned-on as I am with you. You make me want to lose control.”
“You already make me lose control.”
“Then lose control with me,” she said, then took him in her mouth. God, he was big. Thick, long, and warm. Up and down, she bobbed, savoring the softness of his skin as it moved over the hardness beneath. Every heated stroke, every bump against the back of her throat, pushed her closer. Need tingled beneath her fingers. So, so close. She couldn’t wait. She rubbed harder, faster, moaning around his cock as orgasm took her over.
“Fuck, Candace, fuck.” He grabbed fistfuls of her hair, hot release shooting down her throat as he pumped his hips. “Fuuuuck, yesss…”
She waited for his grip to slacken, then let his cock slide gently from her mouth. Licking her lips, she smiled up at him. “That was—”
“Don’t do it,” he said, grinning.
“Nice.”
“Now you’re really going to get it.”
“Pretty sure I just did.”
Every muscle in his strong, tanned body flexed as he pounced, drawing her beneath him with her hands pinned above her head. “That was just the beginning of everything I’m going to love doing with you.”
With, not to. God, she loved him.
Jake
“Are you sure about this?” Candace’s finger hovered over the green Call button.
“Absolutely.”
She exhaled and pressed the button, then set her phone on the coffee table in front of them. “Here we go, venturing into the emotional abyss.”
“Hey, they’re the ones with the abyss, not you. Not us.” He nudged her forward on the carpet and settled in behind her, hugging her as innocently as possible, considering his dick was nestled against her sexy ass. “We’re in this together. You, me, and Macy. If they want to be part of it, great. If they don’t, they can go—”
“Hello?” A woman’s voice rose from the phone as the call connected.
“Hi, Mom. Just doing my Sunday check-in. Is Dad there with you?”
“Yes, dear, he’s reading the paper. Please hold while I have him join me.”
Tilting her head, Candace looked up at him. “It’s not too late to change your mind,” she whispered.
“Never.” Not about her.
“Hello, dear. Your father is with me now. Are we on speaker phone, is Macy on the call with us?”
“Yes, you’re on speaker and no, Macy isn’t here.”
“Where is she? I hope she hasn’t had a relapse.”
“She’s in perfect health, Mom.”
“Then why haven’t you included her? You know she’s the reason we enjoy the call.”
Candace rolled her eyes.
“Dear, why don’t we say goodbye for now, and you can call us back when Macy is available to talk.”
“Don’t hang up,” Candace said, reaching for the phone. “I called now because I want to talk to you without Macy listening.”
“Whatever for?”
Candace pointed at the phone and mouthed a silent, You see?
His grunted laugh slipped out before he could control it. The only thing that saved him from discovery was an outburst of Trooper’s crazed barking.
“What in the world is all that racket?” her mother asked, after the noise ended.
“Sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Caine,” he said, leaning around Candace to address her long-distance parents. “I’m Jake, Candace’s boyfriend, and that was my dog, barking at a squirrel who dared to cross the patio.”
“Candace, are you still there?”
“Yes, Mom.” She shot him another I-told-you-so expression. “And so is Jake.”
“Why didn’t you tell us you have a