In this instant, I realize just how happy I am. The last time I was genuinely elated, dad, mom and I were traveling up the California coast, searching for the best seaside ice cream shop. They hadn’t made any specific plans beforehand, and we stayed at an array of hotels dotting the seashore. I was nine years old the last time I had a carefree smile. After the events that have plagued my home, business, and more importantly scared the shit out of me with regard to Jamie, how am I so friggen happy?
Promptly, the reason for my contentment walks through the front door. Evan is wearing Laker’s basketball shorts. His sweat-soaked wifebeater clings to chiseled abs and a trim waistline that I love to cling to. He’s just coming from the gym on the second floor.
“Babe, we’re going to dinner tonight at my dad’s, shouldn’t you be second-guessing what to wear?” He asks, placing the keys onto one of his mother’s oddly shaped statues.
“Evan, if I don’t bake, my heart ceases…” I murmur dramatically, this is as emotional as I get, and go figure it’s about carbohydrates.
“Damn, let me see if I can rectify that,” Evan says, bending down before me. Addicted to him, I turn my head toward his generous kisses. His callused fingertips graze against my jawline, his thumb massaging softly at my pulse.
“We shall see exactly what makes your heart stop,” his whisper is devilishly delicious in my ear. Evan plants kisses against the pulse of my neck.
“Yuck, you’re so sweaty,” I halfheartedly pretend to protest, but his lips bruise against mine and then our tongues collide.
His mouth molds against mine and a moan erupts from deep within my belly. Through the thin material of his shorts, Evan’s rock-hard dick pierces my leg. “Oh, I’m sweaty, dirty, eh? So besides stopping your heart, I’m gonna have to make you beg for it?”
“You wish,” I roll my eyes away from him.
Evan stands up tall. He fists the collar of his T-shirt and it tears down the middle.
“Hmmm, you’re for show, Evan, always the entertainer,” I give a wisecrack. My lips curve in a smile, reminiscing as to how badly he got me back when we first met for dissing him so badly about being just “entertainment”.
“Keep talking, I’m mentally tallying just how many swats to the ass you’ll get,” he issues a low, testosterone filled command.
The walls of my pussy contract and spasm with want. “Don’t hate me because sweets have my heart,” I shoot back.
He pushes down his shorts and briefs, cock saluting me instantaneously. I grab a pillow, hold it to my chest, and allow my eyes to lazily rove around the room while he massages the beast, but my peripheral is locked down. Saliva floods my mouth.
He stands at the foot of the bed, caressing each ripple in his thick cock from crown to balls. There’s a bit of sweet gloss at the tip begging me to taste it. Eyebrow cocked, face so fucking arrogant Evan asks, “You want this dick?”
“Nope,” I’m hypnotized by the thickness of his dick, and find myself licking my lips.
“Reese, those gorgeous, pink lips of yours belong right here,” his voice is but a groan, satiny, soft and rough at the same time.
I hold the goose-down pillow tighter, mentally telling myself not to smile, not to salivate, not to give in.
“That mouth of yours is so fucking wet, just as wet as between those thighs.”
My body arises onto my knees before I can even protest. Evan’s sturdy legs plant wide.
“Off the bed.”
I sigh, doing exactly as told.
“Kneel.”
To my knees I cave. The soft murmur of his voice beckons me, the hard steel of his cock right before my eyes. But Evan won’t stop stroking himself, ever so softly. A trickle of honey flows from my pussy.
“Now you can taste,” he nods.
I lick my lips in anticipation, my mouth pooling with water at the instant my lips part, and kiss the head of his shaft. I take him in, inch by inch. Evan’s fingers twine around the thick tresses at the base of my head, he gets a good hold of it.
“You want me to come down your throat,” the words are somewhere between a request, a command, and a question.
But the answer is yes, yes, yes, I moan in agreement.
“I should gloss your lips with my come, beautiful,” his tone is a luscious taunt.
My tonsils rumble ever so softly against the head of his cock as I whimper, wanting and needing his semen.
“I should come all over your face, Reese,” he says, pulling and tugging harder at my head. I suck vigorously, again moaning my agreement.
Evan pulls my head further back, and I’m no longer tasting him. His white cock is shining and blanketed in my saliva. I glance up, pleading and questioning.
“Get in bed, Reese.”
My eyes narrow ever so slightly, head tilted just slightly. “I wanted to taste—”
“Get into the bed,” each word is ushered out as a command, not forceful but those golden eyes of his glimmer. As I arise, Evan says, “Cooperate beautiful, so I can subtract a bit of that thrashing you’ve been begging for.”
I hide a smile as I turn away from him and climb into the bed.
“Now,” he says, climbing in with me, “on your knees, hands on the headboard.”
After doing as told, Evan rubs my lower back, applying a tad bit of pressure. My hips arch, the walls of my pussy are brushed by the air as I tip my hips a bit.
“We don’t have much time,” he says.
I glance over my left shoulder, “We don’t have to go to dinner…”
SMACK. The pain radiating through my body intensifies every nerve ending. I’m prepared for another hit, but Evan’s heavy hand lands softly on my buttock. He rubs away the pain.
“Now, because you are one of the most important parts of my life, Reese, I attempt to make it a habit of remembering what you like, what you
