Page 10 of His to Claim (The Rowdy Johnson Brothers)
“Hands on my thighs, baby girl. I’m going to guide you the entire time.” I no sooner press the palm of my hands to the tops of his thighs than I feel his hand at the back of my head. But he doesn’t pull me or shove me down, thankfully. That would be mortifying since I’m lacking in the experience department. Instead, he massages the base of my neck while slowly pulling me closer. “Mouth open. I’m going to feed my dick to you, and you’re going to wrap your pretty mouth around my length and let me do the work.”
True to his words, he guides his length into my open mouth. I wait for the next step.Meanwhile, my eyes are open, up front and personal with his powerful muscles, watching them clench as he moves me closer to the tip of his cock.
“Want to feel your tongue, Mae. Lick me, get me nice and wet.” JW’s desire heightens my own. I’m doing exactly as he says. My tongue sweeps along his head, gathering the precum to taste. A groan reverberates through my small bedroom, and I shift my hips in order to relieve the ache that's building between my legs.
“Hmm,” I hum while continuing my path down the underside of his length before sliding back up, swirling my tongue along his head and going back for more.
“Wrap your lips around my head and hold still,” he directs. His hips lift upward as he presses gently down at the base of my skull, feeding me one devastating inch at a time. I’m thankful he’s being careful, but really, I wouldn’t mind him moving the pace up a smidge. Still, I remain where I’m at, fingers digging into his jeans-covered thighs, my own thighs pressing together, and lowering my chest to find any semblance of relief. While I may still be innocent in some ways, I’m not above making myself come multiple times with my fingers or with the help of a toy.
JW quickens his pace, allowing me to bop up and down, suctioning my lips around his length, and on one particular downward path, he does the unexpected. While he’s been slow andsteady, he’s now going faster and allowing me to do some of the work. I’m sure if he were to pull me off his cock right now, I’d be a mess of saliva dripping down my chin and neck, cheeks red with a flush deeper than ever, and my breathing would be more than erratic. I’d probably also climb up his body to plant myself in his lap, begging and pleading to get me off while he does the same.
“Just like that, baby girl. Suck daddy’s cock.” My eyes find his, locking in on one another’s. The expression on his face has me more excited, pure and unadulterated lust. He isn’t shying away from how he feels. I’m not going to either. There’s no shame when a man and woman find something they enjoy. And boy, do I enjoy every single thing JW has done with me thus far. I close my eyes and suck his length all the way to the back of my throat, trying to relax and not gag.
“Hold me there, Maeve. Relax for me.” He pushes deeper, hitting the back of my throat. I breathe through my nose and try not to move as he flexes his hips in small increments, having no idea how I’m remaining still and sane. The insides of my thighs are soaked with wetness. No amount of wiggling my hips or clenching my legs together helps. “My good girl needs to get off, doesn’t she?” he says between movements. “Use your hand, Maeve, and make sure you do it fast. We’re going to come together.”
I nod my response, already sliding my handbetween my thighs. Two fingers are on my clit, making circular motions. I’m so close. A garbled grumble noise leaves me when I feel the thick and heavy spurt of JW’s cum hit my throat.
“Fuck.” I keep working myself and swallowing around his cock as he stays still. It’s an impossible task to remain coherent. My own orgasm is trying to devour me from the outside in.
“Look at you, working your pretty cunt, your mouth on my cock, and watching me the entire time.” How is he still hard after coming? JW has a stamina that could rival a porn star. I’m no longer able to hold on. I slide a finger inside myself, using my thumb on my clit, and when JW pulls me away from his length…
I’m done.
I’m finished.
I’m absolutely losing my mind.
And it’s all because of JW.
A man I thought would never be mine. And he’s overwhelming every sense possible.
“Joseph.” My head tips back, hand still holding on to his thigh, tightening my hold while my other is working myself through the orgasm that’s taking hold.
“Damn, you’re beautiful, and you’re mine, Maeve, all mine.” Any and all energy I have is zapped from within me. I fall forward, well aware of the man who JW is; he’ll catch me when I need him to. He might not have given me the words yet, but it’s not every day a man will plowhis way into your place of employment, demand to know what’s going on, kiss you stupid, and then make good on his word later that same day.
“Joseph,” I say his name again. He wraps me up in his arms, holding me while he moves us until his back is flat on the mattress, and I’m nestled next to him.
“I’m here, baby girl. Always,” he murmurs against the crown of my head. That’s the last thing I hear before sleep pulls me under. I’m wrapped up in his warmth, protected in his arms, and right now, that’s all I need.
ELEVEN
JW
A soft noise has my eyes lifting open. It feels like only moments ago that I fell asleep. I’m used to functioning on little to no sleep, the price of living on a farm and being a rancher. Any time day or night, we can get a callout for some kind of emergency. Tonight is different. When I went back home, Lawson and I got to talking. I let him know what has been happening with Mae. He shook his head, asked if I’d called Fletch. After I told him I had, he said to take the next few nights off. He’d cover me, which is how I’m able to spend the night, switch my phone to silent, and enjoy my time with Maeve.
Which is exactly what I’m doing. After she wrung my dick dry, and she came twice, we were both exhausted. Mae more so than me. She fell asleep so quickly the talk we needed to have was put on the back burner. I got up, walked throughthe house, made sure the door was locked and the deadbolt thrown, turned the lights off, and went back to her room. Mae’s place is cute, if not a little smaller than what I’m used to. Still, it works, at least for now. There will be a time when this place won’t be hers anymore, when she’ll be with me, creating a home for us and our future family.
After I had the house shut down for the night, it was all about taking care of Maeve. A part of me was tempted to wake her up, shower or run a bath for her. Then I realized there was no amount of moving or shaking her awake. My woman sleeps like the dead, which doesn’t make me too happy with her living on her own. Shit could go sideways, a fire could happen, someone could break in, and whatever the fucking else. I don’t fucking like it, and if Mae is hesitant to stay with me, well, it looks like I’ll be moving in.
It didn’t take much to spread her legs, clean her up with a warm washcloth, and trail my fingers through the folds of her pussy. I couldn’t help myself; she was slick with wetness, this time for a different reason. Still, seeing how red and inflamed the lips of her cunt were after she finger-fucked herself, damn, it made me want a taste in the worst way. It also didn’t take much to figure out my sweet Maeve is innocent. I watched like my life depended on it. Mae kept her fingers barely inside of herself, only the tips, twice. Then there’s how she sucked my cock, listening and patiently waiting until I fed her my cock.
Once I was done, my body wrapped around hers and both of us were asleep. My thoughts aren’t what have my eyes open in the darkened room; it’s her fingers digging into my side. Neither of us has clothes on. I didn’t bother trying to attempt to dress her, and the same could be said for myself. Why would I want fabric between us when I could have Maeve’s smooth bare skin beside mine? My cock perks up at the idea of flipping her over till she’s on her back. I’d take my time with her, spreading her legs until my hips were between them. My mouth would taste every square inch of her body. Maybe then she’d wake up, and if she didn’t, I’d keep going. I’d wrap my lips around her pretty, pink nipples, sucking on one then the other. My hands would hold her hips down because even in her sleep, I know how greedy Mae can be. She’d lift up to meet me, trying to find her orgasm, rubbing her tight pussy along the underside of my shaft. No fucking way would I let her come without having a taste. Once I was damn good and ready to leave her tits, I’d bury my head between her thick thighs. Her scent, her feel, and her touch, damn it makes me want a taste now.
I know one thing for certain: soon, and I mean very fucking soon, she’s going to ride my face. Breathing is overrated when you’ve got the woman you want willing to meet you match for fucking match while she’s on your face. Thighs on either side of my cheeks, she’ll be wild andfree chasing her orgasm. And my hands will be digging into the cheeks of her ass, spreading them open, seeing if she’ll take my finger and if it will set her off further. Only when I’ve had my fill of her taste will I take more. The first time will be one I’m going to keep seared to my memory bank. As much as she’d probably like to ride my cock, there’s no fucking way. When Mae is lost in the middle of sensations, she’s frenzied, eager to get off, and there’s no way the first time is going to be fast. Which is why I’ll be between her legs, feeding her my cock exactly like I did when she sucked me off earlier.
“Shhh, you’re okay, baby girl,” I breathe into the top of her head. The deep depressions against my stomach have me wondering what kind of bullshit followed her into her sleep. There’s no way this can be a dream, not with the way she’s moving and murmuring incoherently. I’ve got one arm beneath her neck, I’m flat on my back, and she’s pressed into my side. When Mae starts making more movements as well as talking in her sleep, I grab the back of her thigh, pulling it over my stomach in order for her not to kick me in the dick. That’d have her waking up out of a dead sleep with the noise I’d make. The family jewels are fucking sensitive, and the only things I want near them are Maeve’s hands, mouth, pussy, or ass.
I go about soothing her. My hands run through the strands of her hair, and I kiss the topof her head and rub the palm of my hand up and down the outside of her thigh. A few minutes later, she settles down. A deep sigh escapes her and she mutters something aboutdon’t let go. I have no idea if this is a nightly or rare occurrence, but I don’t like it, not one damn bit. Tomorrow, or realistically later today when the sun rises and after I hopefully get another few hours of shuteye, I’m going to make it a point to have the talk I’ve been meaning to.