When she moved to the top of my head, she sucked it hard, pulling all the pre-come from my head onto her tongue, and then sheathed me once more. Without sticking my hands between her legs, I knew she was wet.
I knew we were just a short distance away from Ruin, but I wouldn’t last much longer anyway. I ran my hand over her ass and the steep curve in her back, feeling the searing heat deep in my groin.
“Faster.”
Rome craned her neck and moved up and down faster, some strands of hair falling toward her face. She breathed through her nose and flattened her tongue, giving me a good and hard blow job.
I was about to come. I felt it all the way in my bones. “It’s coming, sweetheart.”
She deep-throated me harder even though it caused tears to sting her eyes.
That was my woman. She wanted to give it to me good no matter how uncomfortable it made her.
She massaged my balls as she took more of my cock, wanting my come as desperately as I wanted to give it.
I knew the finale was here. It burned me from the inside out because it was so powerful. I grabbed the back of her neck and guided her along my length exactly the way I wanted. When my cock thickened and I released, I pushed her mouth down completely on my length so she would get every drop right down her throat. “Fuck…yeah.” I laid my head back and closed my eyes, enjoying her wet mouth still tight around my cock. My balls tightened in joy as they released.
Rome took everything without gagging, devouring my come like a pro. She never complained about my size or the amount of seed I dumped inside her. She did the best she could because I always did the same for her.
She pulled my cock out of her mouth then licked her lips. Webs of saliva extended from her lip to her chin, so she grabbed a tissue and cleaned herself up. The back of the car immediately smelled like a mixture of come and saliva, but that didn’t matter because I owned the damn thing.
I cleaned up and pulled my boxers and slacks back on.
Rome sat beside me and crossed her legs like nothing had just happened. She returned to looking like a graceful lady, poised and refined.
She was definitely the queen of great head.
The car came to a stop, and when I glanced out the window, I realized we were in front of Ruin. “Right on time.”
She fixed her hair then gave me a seductive smile. “I get the job done.”
I chuckled and pulled her into my side for a kiss. The need for affection overcame me, and I yanked her right beside me so I could treasure her. Moments like this made me realize not getting what I wanted wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Even though she wasn’t a sub, she went the extra mile to please me. She was beautiful, absolutely wonderful. I couldn’t whip her or suspend her from the ceiling, but I got just as many good benefits from our relationship. She was definitely the sexiest woman I’d ever been with. Even when we were screwing, I enjoyed being around her. I’d never felt that way for any other woman.
We walked inside and entered the office where Jackson was likely hiding. Instead of knocking, we just walked inside and spotted him sitting at his desk.
He sighed when he spotted us. “Am I being kidnapped?”
“Yep.” Rome stepped forward, her hands on her hips. “Are we gonna do this the easy way or the hard way?”
“Depends,” Jackson replied. “Does the hard way involve you touching me?” He smiled like an arrogant asshole.
I gave him a warning with just my eyes.
“Actually, yes.” Rome approached the desk. “It involves my foot right against your dick.”
“Like…you’ll jerk me off with your feet?” he asked hopefully.
“Jackson.” I gave him his second warning. He knew what would happen if I had to warn him again.
“You guys are so lame.” He rolled his eyes then hopped out of the leather chair. “Fine, whatever. Let’s get this over with.”
Jackson trailed behind and practically dragged his feet on the ground. He hung in the rear as we moved through the assisted-living facility and to my mother’s room. We greeted the nurse then walked inside. The French doors that led to the patio were wide open, and my mother sat in the lounge chair with her knitting on the table beside her.
Jackson stopped in the middle of the room, his feet suddenly immobile. He stared at the back of our mother’s head, a reluctant expression on his face. He looked frozen, even scared.
I’d never seen him make a face like that.
Jackson continued to stare at her, watching her hands work the fabric of the scarf she was making. He suddenly looked like a little boy again, a small child who longed to be in the protective arms of his mother.