Semua Bab Kiss It Better: Bab 161 - Bab 170

Three years later…Yeah, being a mom is great – even better than I thought it would be. Some women might think having a kid at 22 is a bit young, but I couldn’t be happier. When I look at Jason sleeping in his crib while his little lamp projects a star pattern across the room, I can’t help but think about what all my single friends are missing.Forget Single Ladies. Can Beyonce make a Married Women song? Because I’d love to jam out to that!I hear a gentle knock at the door and turn to see Sheryl standing there smiling, her tablet in her hands. “Excuse me, but your client is here. He’s waiting in the massage room for you.”“Thank you,” I say with a smile. I turn back to my son, lean down, kiss him on the cheek and whisper, “Time for Mommy to go to work.”I leave the room, close the door, and give myself a quick check as I head downstairs. There’s a bit off fluff on my right heel, so I reach down and flick it away, then brush my skirt to make sure it lays flat. My fishnets look good –

“You can’t be serious,” she says, rummaging through her ridiculously large purse, most likely for her phone.“Serious as a pregnancy scare,” I tell her. A blush rises in her cheeks and my desire for her deepens. I’m practically foaming at the mouth over here.She finds her phone, glances up and holds it out to me.“Do you have a charger?”“Wow, princess. No charger, an overheating car,” I shake my head. “Didn’t your daddy ever tell you to be prepared?”“Oh, you wanna be my daddy now?” she snaps with a sharp tongue that makes my dick twitch.“I could certainly teach you a few things,” I tell her as I tear a slip from the wall and grab a pen. “Name?”“N – Donna,” she tells me. She’s flustered.“Okay, princess,” I muse. “I’ll order the part and it will be here tomorrow or the next day—”“No, that won’t work,” she says quickly, as though she owns the place and she’s my boss.“It’s gonna have to.”“Then can you let me use your phone to call one of the other shops?”“Listen, princess,” I te

I should slap him. Hell, I should kick him in his handsome fucking face. But before I can think, he has my legs pinned up above my head. I cry out when I feel his tongue find my slit and spread me open. My whole body screams with golden desire, the sharp pain in my leg contrasting the unbelievable feeling of his mouth on my holiest of holies.Gritting my teeth, I snatch a fistful of his hair and stare down between my legs to find him staring up at me as his tongue rolls my clit with utter perfection. I practically snarl as I drip into his mouth. My orgasm swells and I clamp my thighs around his head. He just smiles back at me, never stopping, not even for a second.My world rocks as I come. This isn’t real life; this is something out of a romance novel – or a porno! It looks like that twisted tongue of his can do a whole lot more than just talk shit.My head spins as my clit throbs.Where even am I? How did I get here?No matchmaker in the world would have set me up with this man. We’

My feet are burning and filthy. I can feel the grit from the road cutting into my skin as I walk, brushing them off against my ankles every few minutes. I even put my heels back on for a while and walk until my feet hurt, then go barefoot again.Greenville is very quiet, only a single car passes me as I walk. It stops and a man offers me a ride, but he looks like he might be a cannibal-murderer, so I decline and keep going.I’m still ringing like a bell from the orgasm the mechanic gave me. I didn’t even realize just how badly I needed it until I was melting against his tongue. No man has ever done what he did to me and I finally realize what’s been missing in my life.To be honest, I can’t even believe what just happened. It’s just not something I would ever do. In fact, it’s the opposite of everything I’ve been about in my life up until now. The way he spoke to me flipped a switch deep down inside me, and I responded back in a way I never would have thought possible.After what seem

“Vincent, wait!” I protest, the rough skin of his calluses scraping against my hands. “What are you doing?”But he doesn’t wait. He spins around and pulls me to him with a strength that takes my breath away. His strong lips find mine and I instantly give myself over to him. My mouth hangs open and accepts his tongue as his strong hands start to explore my body. I’m wearing pants today, but suddenly wish I was wearing a skirt, as my zipper sticks as he tries to tug it down.I can smell the shop on him – feel the dirt on his hands and the sweat in his t-shirt. Heat pours from his body and I’m instantly wet for him as he finally pulls hard and undoes my pants.I stagger back as he pushes me up against the back wall of the shop, kissing me all over with a furious passion. The world’s spinning again. It’s like I don’t even know where I am when I’m in his arms. I reach up and feel the taut, broad muscles of his strong back, flexing as he slides a hand down my pants and presses two fingers a