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By:Renee Field


I know she has a busy day ahead, but hell, all I want is to be back inside of her. Instead, I can only watch when she gets on her knees and takes the full length of me inside her mouth.

“Sweet Jesus. That feels good.” I grip her wet hair and hold her in place.

Alyssa has a tongue with a mind of its own. Between the suction pull and her talented, A-list tongue I’m about ready to come.

I attempt to yank her off me but she’s having none of that. Her hand grabs my ass and her nails dig in deep and the other hand has snaked down to cup my balls. I discovered last night just how much she loves my testicles and I must say I didn’t complain once.

“Alyssa I’m about to come,” I say, more a warning to myself than her.

She hums around my cock and tightens her hold on my ass. Two more suction pulls from that vacuum-like mouth of hers and I teeter over the edge, the rush of that feeling racing up from my toes to my balls and then I’m pumping my seed down her throat like a mad man.

She takes it all, licking me clean. Damn, when I look down at Alyssa with her mouth on my cock it’s the second best thing I’ve seen this morning.

“You need to have the word wonderful tattooed on you,” I say, hauling her to her feet.

We laugh like lovers sharing a secret and I quickly wash off. We get out and I take my time to dry her off, ensuring by the time I’m done she’s panting and her nipples are achy with want.

I urge her out of the washroom and before she even has a chance to think about putting her discarded clothes on I’ve got her flat on her back on the bed.

I need the taste of her on my tongue and while there might not be a lot of finesse with my demands, she’s got her legs splayed wide in total understanding. I give her long, thorough licks, taking my time to play with her slick folds. God, she’s always so wet for me and man that’s such a turn on. I use my fingers to open her pussy folds more and I love how red and swollen her clit has become. I tap on her pebbled clit twice and she’s bowing her back and calling out for more. Using my tongue I lick her clit and nothing else, knowing my morning whiskers are adding to the love rash on her inner thighs. Her hands dig deep into my hair and then next thing I know she’s got her legs high in the air and is screaming out my name as she comes. Now that’s a morning to remember. With leisure, I lick her clean, understanding she’s now sensitive, but I don’t want to get off her. In fact, I want nothing more than to spend the entire day in bed with her, but I know we can’t.

“Oh my god. Are you always like this in the morning?” she asks with a laugh.

“Only with you,” I answer, and damn if that isn’t the truth.

I’m about to haul her in for a loving cuddle but my cell begins to ring. I’m tempted to ignore it, but if it’s my grandfather he won’t like that.

“Mind if I get that?”

Alyssa is yanking on her jeans and shirt. “I’ve got to run anyway. See you later.”

“Okay.” I’m about to answer my cell but I’m too late. When I press the message button all that wonderful feeling from this morning dissipates and I feel like I’ve been hit with a boulder in the chest. It’s my grandfather and he’s on his way to the resort. Holy shit that is the last thing I was expecting.

Immediately I call his number.

“You get my message?” he says, not sounding one bit pleased.

I’m thinking a million words like, “You fucking bastard,” but can’t speak. When my father died and I called to tell him his only son was dead he didn’t say anything except some words of wisdom like I should move on. It was all left to me to organize. I didn’t bother with a funeral because there was no point. Dad had no friends and the only family he’d possessed had deserted him.

“Nope. Just arrived. I was sort of busy.”

I’m hoping he gets my sarcasm. He doesn’t of course. It’s all business, as usual with my grandfather.

He laughs, but it’s not one bit funny sounding. “I’m coming up. I want to see for myself your progress.

Hell no. “You might scare them off.”

“They won’t even know who I am. Plus I want to see that lake you were so damn excited about until you got distracted by something…or someone.”

There’s a lengthy pause and I’m about to tell him it’s nothing but can’t find the words. “What time will you be here?”

“I should be up there close to eight tonight. I’ve already made my reservation.”

Christ, I hadn’t even considered he’d want to stay with me and feel instant relief that isn’t happening. “Okay. So how do you want to handle this? Should I pretend I don’t know you or are you a family member?”