Forget Me Never by Sable Hunter (spicy books to read .TXT) 📕

sound of his zipper being undone. She looked down and saw Patrick work his glorious cock out the gaping hole that he now filled with his manly business. He stroked it slowly as he licked Savannah’s nipples, squeezing her unattended breast with his free hand.  The sight of Patrick working his big dick as he licked her was too much for Savannah to handle and when she saw him slather a drop of precum all over the head of his rod, she came.

"Ohhhhhhh!!!!" Savannah gasped.

Patrick pinned her to the couch with his weight and his cock got even harder in his hand. "Fuck!" Patrick thought. She had cum for him!  Just from his lips on her breast, his baby had cum for him!  He pulled his lips away and kissed a trail up to her throat, still stroking his cock slowly, but unaware that she had noticed him pleasuring himself.

"You need some help with that?" Savannah said when she had regined her composure.

Patrick looked her in the eye and smiled. "I thought you’d never ask.”

Savannah moved down into position, her delicate little mouth hovering over Patrick's engorged erection.  She wasn't sure what to do, the last time she had tried to do this in the shower – she hadn’t had much luck.  But she forced the doubt out of her mind, if Patrick could pleasure her with nothing but his mouth on her tits, surely she could do the same thing to his cock.

Savannah closed her eyes and let Patrick's fat sword slip into her mouth. The tip was wet with precum and it rimmed her mouth like lip-gloss. Patrick's cock tasted so good to her, so natural as it slid in and out of her trembling lips.  She moved up and down on it, pumping it into her mouth. She wanted to look up and see if he was enjoying it as much as he sounded like he was, but she was terrified that they would make eye contact and she'd lose this moment, this exquisite moment.

Savannah picked up her pace and Patrick responded.

“It’s not gonna be long, Baby,” he warned her.  His whole body was tingling, she had no idea of the effect she had on him.  And when she let out a dreamy little sigh, he knew his climax was unstoppable.  “I’m cumming, Savannah!” Patrick emptied his balls into her waiting mouth, his body convulsing as he did, a snatch of Savannah's thick, dark hair in his hand.

Fuckin’ perfect!  Her soft little moans were music to his ears.  And she was getting into it – using her lips and tongue to bring him pleasure as he emptied himself into her mouth.  Her eyes widened, but she swallowed every drop, giving his cock one or two more pumps that made him whisper an expletive.  “That was so good.  You are the sweetest thing in the whole world.”  Patrick cupped her face as he slipped his cock from her mouth, then he pulled her down for a kiss.

When they parted, she gave him one of those beautiful Savannah smiles and hugged his neck.  “I think the ball game is back on.”

“Good, lay down by me.  As interested as I am in the action on the field, I’d rather hold you.”  So, Savannah gladly lay down in front of him and he spooned her from the back.

The second half was totally different from the first.  Pierre Thomas ran sixteen yards for a touchdown.  Tracy Porter scored with a 74 yard interception return and Drew Brees tied the Superbowl pass completion formerly held by the Patriot’s Tom Brady.  New Orleans won the Superbowl against the Indianapolis Colts 31 – 17.  Every time they scored, Patrick squeezed her and when the final score was announced, he turned her face toward him and kissed her tenderly.  “Savannah, will you . . . .”

“Stop, my Patrick.”

“Why?”  Patrick sounded stunned.

“If I’m misinterpreting, forgive my arrogance.  But if you were about to ask me to marry you, I want you to wait.”

“Wait?  What the hell for?  You just said it – I’m your Patrick.”

“It’s too quick.  You need to spend more time with me, live in my world for a little while before you decide.  I don’t want a proposal from you because of some fortune teller or worse, from,” she almost choked on the word, “pity.  All of this just makes me feel helpless.”

Patrick was strong and fast and before she knew it, Savannah was lying flat on the couch and Patrick was on top.  Oh he wasn’t crushing her, he straddled her.  But he was looming over her, big and formidable – and totally lovable.   “Savannah, you don’t ever have to feel helpless as long as I am alive and breathing.  I’ll be your strength.”

“God, that sounds so perfect, but,”

“No but - just hold on a second, we need to get a few things straight.  First off,” he cupped her chin, making sure she was looking at him, “I’m not proposing to you because of that prediction or because I saw your face in the well years ago.  It’s true that I think we were meant to be, we were written in the stars or whatever – but I assure you of this - I’m proposing to you because I can’t imagine living my life with you.  I want you.”

“But . . .” She started to speak and he kissed her quiet.  “I’m not through.  Your world has never appreciated you.  Your world is not worthy of you.  I’m asking you to live in my world.”  He bent down and kissed her softly, tenderly, with all the passion in his heart.  “Come live with me and be my love.”

Savannah melted.

“No, don’t say anything, Savannah – not yet.  We’ll do as you ask, but instead of me taking the time to consider what I’d be risking if I became part of your life – I want you to consider what you’re risking if you choose not to become part of mine.”

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Everything Patrick said, Savannah