The sight of Adley on her knees in front of me, begging for my cock, nearly levels me. She’s every man’s fantasy come to life.

She parts her sinful lips, and I watch her tongue dart out and lick the crown. Fuck the fantasy, this is so much better than any damn fantasy, and if I don’t get control of myself, I’m going to come before I sink my dick between those soft lips.

Her hand brushes mine out of the way and wraps loosely around my erection. She swirls her tongue around the tip before taking me to the back of her throat. Slow and teasing and with soft, hungry noises, she lavishes me.

With just a few swipes of her glorious tongue, and I’m already close to the edge, ready to blow. The smell of burned bacon fills the room, but I don’t even care because fuck, this feels good.

At first, I let her take control, set the achingly slow pace, but then I remember her words: Take what you want. What I want is to claim her.

My dick hits the back of her throat, and I palm her head, preventing her from pulling away. “Swallow.”

Her soulful brown eyes look up, and she follows my command like the good student I knew she would be.

A surge of moisture envelopes me while her hands wrap around the back of my thighs. Next thing I know she pulls me forward and tries to swallow. There’s a tight pinch against the tip of my dick, and then Adley gags.

I pull out, but not all the way, and stroke the side of her face. “Breathe through your nose and keep trying to swallow while I fuck this mouth.”

She nods, and I hold her hair with both hands as my hips start to thrust. It’s not deep at first, but with each movement I push harder and farther, and when I bottom out at the back of her throat, Adley swallows, and my vision blurs.

“Jesus. That’s perfect. Keep swallowing, baby. Your mouth feels amazing.”

I’ve never been rough with Adley. I’ve never talked dirty to her, but I can see now that was a mistake. Based on her eager mouth and the sounds she’s making, I’d say she enjoys a little dirty talk.

“Do you like this, Adley? Does my girl like to have her mouth fucked?”

She blinks up and holds my gaze as I continue to thrust in and out of her mouth. She swallows me farther with each thrust. The tight grip on the crown paired with the suction of her mouth and the sounds and the feel of her fingers digging into the back of my thighs is too much.

It feels too good.

“I’m not going to last.” I expect her to pull back the way most girls do, but Adley’s grip on my legs tightens. She holds me to her, refusing to let me go, and I give it one last hard thrust.

My balls grow tight, and with very little warning, I explode in her mouth. Sharp nails bite into my thighs as she keeps me pressed to the back of her throat. She takes everything I have to offer, and with each swallow, my head dips farther down her throat.

God damn.

Holding the hair away from her face, I watch her throat work, and when she takes down the last drop, I slowly pull myself from her mouth.

“That was perfect. You are perfect.”

I pull my pants up, flick the stove off, and as gently as possible, I scoop Adley off the floor and cradle her in my arms.

She glances over my shoulder and smiles. “What happened to my food?

“You happened. I was trying to do something nice for you—make you a hearty meal—and then you walk out of the bedroom looking all sexy in my shirt and begging to suck my cock. This is clearly all your fault.”

She laughs and wraps her arms around my neck as I carry her toward the bathroom. “We could start over and make a new breakfast. This time I could help you.”

“I think you’ve helped enough. That was seriously the best blow job I’ve ever had, and now breakfast is the furthest thing from my mind.”

“What is on your mind?”

I kick the bathroom door open, settle her on the counter beside the sink and turn the shower on. Within a few seconds of the water running, steam begins to rise, and when I’ve got the water temperature to the perfect spot, I turn to Adley.

She looks like a goddess sitting on my sink, her toned legs dangling down. My veins burn with anticipation when I reach for the hem of the shirt she’s wearing and lift it over her head.

“Right now, all I can think about is taking care of you.”

I’ve never given myself to someone the way I want to give myself to Adley. I want to put her and her needs before my own. I want to take care of her and show her that I can be what she deserves. I’m not sure when Adley’s happiness became connected to my own, but it is, and now is the perfect time to show her how much she means to me.

A nagging voice in the back of my head tries to remind me of my mother’s words, but I push them away. I refuse to let my past ruin this moment.

“You do take care of me,” she says, holding on to my sides. “You’ve been taking care of me for five months.”

“I don’t mean checking your gas tank and making sure you made it home safe or changing your oil.”

“What do you mean?”

Rather than answer, I pick her up and place her in the shower.

She tilts her head back, allowing the water to soak through her hair and run the length of her body. Lifting her head, she wipes the water from her face and looks at me.

“Aren’t you coming?”

She holds out her hand, and it feels like she’s inviting me into more than just a steamy shower.