Not the Rebound Guy by Abby Knox (best classic romance novels txt) 📕

eyes flash. “Oh, I wanna see you get crazy. I don’t believe you.”

“Last night not enough for you?”

“Last night, we didn’t have any strawberry jam to play with.”

I tear off my tee-shirt and throw it on the chair. “You better make sure I didn’t drip any jam anywhere else.”

She glances out the window, and seeing no sight of Grams, she unzips my fly. She drips some on my stomach, then with a sly smile, kisses my chest, licking it off. Before I know it, she’s on her knees in front of me in her grandma’s kitchen, her teeth tugging at the button of my jeans. Oh shit.

“I think we got some down here on your fly; let me check.”

“Little girl,” I growl.

“Keep going with the little girl stuff; you’re getting me wet. You’ll have to clean that up too.”

“Oh shit, Eliza.”

I look down, and I feel the warm wetness around my dick. Her eyes are locked onto mine as she licks around the tip and down the base of the shaft. It was already hard, been hard all morning.

“Fuck me.”

“Mhm,” she mumbles, her mouth full of my dick. She begins to bob up and down on it, and I grab onto the countertop, careful not to knock over any jars that line the counter.

Finally, I can’t take it anymore. I tug the scrunchie out and thread my fingers through her hair, forcing her to pause. “Wait, get up,” I say.

Eliza pops me out of her mouth and licks her lips. Lord, what a sight.

“I said get up and bend over. Hold on to the sink.”

Trembling, she stands and grabs onto the edge of the sink, and I jerk up the frilly broomstick skirt, exposing her tanned ass with the pretty little flowered panties.

I yank the panties down. I don’t have a condom on me, so I slide my dick through her wet lips, and her gasp is all I need to propel me onward. I reach around and cup her mound, feeling the top of my dick hit my hand as I thrust. It’s not the same as being inside her, but this hurried little ride is so damn hot I’m about to nut all over the inside of her bunched-up skirt. I bend over and nip on her back through the fabric of her top.

I grab the jelly spatula out of her hand, reach into the pot, and drip some onto her bare ass. “I wish you could see this. This beautiful little behind.”

“Covered in dimples and cellulite but okay.”

“I’m dripping jelly right into those little dimples above your cheeks.”

I bathe the skin of her tush with my mouth, sucking in all of the sweet, sticky strawberry jam. I can’t wait to get this woman completely naked again, but this time, in my bed. In my house. And then my heart breaks because I know my bedroom won’t be finished until after she’s gone back home.

Her wavy brown hair half covers her face when she looks back at me, that filthy look in her eyes telling me she likes what it is that I’m doing.

“Put it in, Garrett. I can’t handle this,” she whines.

“Baby, I don’t have any condoms on me at the moment. I wasn’t expecting jelly-making to turn into food play.”

“It’s OK. I’m still on birth control. I trust you.”

I’m relieved about that first part. But I’m overjoyed about the second part. I lean my torso over her back and murmur in her ear, grabbing a fistful of her hair. “Soon. First, I need something else even sweeter. Turn around and hold on tight.”

Eliza yelps as I fall to my knees in front of her, helping her spread out for me.

Having no time to waste, I slide my tongue through her folds. Her sweet taste is so heavenly, so much more luscious than any jam, more pleasing than my own honey. I want to take time to savor, but time is not on our side right now. I delve my tongue into her heat, giving her everything she needs. I’ll spend the rest of my life giving this girl whatever she needs. She deserves someone who will support her dreams as well as her filthy fantasies. It’s gotta be me. It just has to. Fuck any man who won’t do this for her. Going down is the fucking best.

I cover every inch of her pussy with sloppy kisses. She’s so wet; I could do this for hours and never get tired of all the ways I can make her wet. “Eliza,” I rumble against her skin, making her moan and drip some more.

We could be caught any minute. We’re in danger of getting caught either by Grams or by a dog, a goat, or a pot-bellied pig. None of which would be ideal.

I tease her clit with my tongue, then suck it into my mouth.

When I glance up, she looks down, biting down on her lip. Her release barrels through her, and she turns her head away and grunts, stifling the scream that begs to come out.

I hear Helen barking from across the yard. Eliza’s eyes go wide, and she says, “We’d better—“

I nod. “Yep.”

The two of us are barely zipped up and tidied up by the time Grams steps can be heard climbing the porch steps.

When she walks in, she’s none the wiser as Eliza sets about washing up the pots in the sink, and I fill out the numbers of jars that have popped while we’ve been doing our deeds.

“You two just getting started on the dishes?”

Eliza and I glance at each other, then I find an imaginary something interesting on the floor to stare at.

Grams sighs. “Just take care of the mess. And when you’re done with that, you can start prepping for some zucchini bread and rhubarb.”

My stomach growls in anticipation. And to be honest, I’m somewhat dehydrated at the moment as well.

“I’m going to have a shower then a nap. If you two can manage that, that would be great. Tonight’s Bunco