Key West by Lacey Alexander (top android ebook reader .TXT) 📕

He watched as she dipped a gooey blob of yellow onto her finger.

“Whoa, there, honey—that’s a lot of paint.”

She began to smear it next to his cock, where it lay curved across his abdomen. “No delicate daisies for you.”

“Ah, so I’m getting something big and manly,” he laughed, watching her work. After yellow, she made the same design on the other side of his shaft in blue. A little farther down, she worked with orange, and then, beneath the original yellow shape, she created one in green. Watching intently as she created stripes of different colors in odd shapes, then filled in eyes, he finally figured out what she was painting. He spoke dryly. “I’m getting something big and manly like…fish?”

She gave him a cute smile. “I thought they related to your livelihood, you know?”

He couldn’t help grinning. God, she was adorable.

“And besides, I’m not really an artist. But I thought I could probably do passable fish.”

They both looked down at her creation. “Why are they staring at my cock?” he asked.

She tilted her head, considering the question. “I guess they’re just amazed by how big it is.”

He nodded with gratification. “So they’re girl fish.”

She laughed. “I guess so.”

But, still studying them, he tilted his head the other way, having come up with a more compelling thought. “Or maybe they’re guy fish…and they’re waiting to see you put it in your mouth.”

Leaning her face down low over him as she gripped his thighs, she sensuously licked her upper lip. “Do you like to watch me do that, baby?”

As his dick turned even more rigid, he arched one brow in her direction. “Watching you go down on me is almost enough to make me come. When you slide those pretty lips up and down…mmm, angel, there aren’t any words to describe how good it feels.”

Still meeting his gaze, she raked the tip of her tongue from the base of his cock upward in a long, slow line. He let out a groan and tried to muster a smile, but damn, she turned him so weak sometimes.

Wrapping her fist around his erection, she levered it upright and licked his pre-come off the tip, sending another frisson of pleasure ricocheting through him. Then she treated him to another of her sweet, angelic smiles as she glanced down. “I think the fish are enjoying this.”

He nodded against the pillow. “I think so, too.” He summoned a wicked expression. “They want more, though.”

Her look was one of playful amusement. “Oh, they do, huh?”

He gave another nod.

She licked her lips, suddenly looking seductive as hell. “Well, that’s good, because I want more, too. I want my mouth filled with this beautiful cock.”

Just the promise sent a dart of sensation plunging through him, even before she poised her rounded lips at the head of his shaft and sank down, enveloping him in wet warmth. A moan escaped him as he watched her lips spreading into a wide “o” to cocoon his erection. She went low, lower—his cock pulsed madly when he felt the tip being eased toward her throat. As he’d told her, she looked so incredibly beautiful taking him into her this way, her eyes both earnest and glassy with passion as he watched her work.

Finally, she pulled back, just slightly, enough to move her mouth up and down his length in long, smooth strokes that wrapped around him nearly as snug as her perfect pussy. He softly met her strokes, gently thrusting between her welcoming lips. Without quite planning it, he reached down, locking his fingers into her spiraling curls. “Yeah, baby, so good,” he breathed over her. “So fucking good.”

She sucked him that way for a long while, so long that he was amazed he could keep from coming. Although he’d had enough practice that he could generally hold back and pleasure a woman for as long as he wanted, with Carrie, it continued to be different. It wasn’t that his control had faded entirely, but she certainly taxed it. She lifted him to levels of excitement he’d never experienced before. And each pull of her mouth on his cock sent a tugging sensation somewhere else, as well—to his heart. He’d felt the strange sensation with her from the beginning, but every day he spent with her, it grew stronger, as if a string were connected from his chest to his groin. Every time he felt something down there, he felt it moving through him up above, too.

Finally, she pulled back, freeing her mouth to cast a sexy smile over his wet shaft.

“What happened to the innocent little angel I met a few days ago?” he asked.

“She traded in her wings and halo and got you. A very good deal.”

He grinned. “You think so?”

“Definitely. I’m so glad I didn’t marry Jon. If I had, I’d have never gotten to experience you, and everything we’ve done together.”

“Wow.” He’d given her enough that she was actually thankful her marriage had fallen through? His chest pulled tight and he found himself thinking about what Shay had said. That Carrie was different. That Shay was afraid he would change because of her. Even leave to be with her.

He pulled in his breath, realizing it almost sounded easy. To leave when she did. To go wherever she went. To give up the life he’d worked so hard to build here.

But no. Why assume she even wanted him in such a permanent way? So he’d helped her get her head on straight about her dissolved wedding, helped her get through that pain and given her some new experiences in the process. That didn’t have anything to do with the future—that was all about now. So it remained stupid to torture himself by thinking beyond this week, this moment.

“With wings or without,” he whispered, “you’re perfect. And Jon was an idiot if he didn’t realize that.”

After he spoke, her look turned more passionate, almost feral. “Come in my mouth,” she said.

It caught