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“It’s about time you did something right,” Mack replied.

“When I had your dick down my throat and you were shouting for me to swallow it all I didn’t hear any complaints,” Shay shot back at him.

“Baby, you want me putting you on your knees and doing it again then keep talking. I have thought of little else since you took my entire load then licked those fat lips of yours.”

It was quiet then. I didn’t move simply because I didn’t want them to know I’d heard this interaction. It wasn’t my business. Although the reminder that Beulah wanted my dick in her mouth had me hardening as they discussed it.

“Maybe that’s exactly what I want,” Shay replied.

“Marty won’t be here for another thirty minutes. Get your hot little ass inside and get on your knees.”

“Will you shoot it on my face this time?”

“Hell yes, I will,” he replied.

The door opened and closed quickly behind them. Turning, I went into my apartment fully erect. Knowing that Shay was taking Mack right now the way I wanted Beulah to take me was fucking with my head. It hadn’t been my conversation to overhear, but I’d heard it nonetheless.

I turned on lights as I went through the house and waited impatiently for Beulah to get home. I knew she cooked dinner for Gerry and they ate together. I loved that she did it. But right now, I needed her more than Gerry did.

I began pacing the living room when the door finally opened.

I walked to the entrance to see her standing there. Her cheeks pink with anticipation. She was thinking about it. I wasn’t the only one aroused. Her eyes said enough.

I began unzipping my jeans, my willpower long gone. I didn’t even have to say anything. She was in front of me slowly lowering herself to her knees. No words. Nothing. Just the excited gleam in her eyes. My cock throbbed and I felt pure adoration for the woman now kneeling in front of me.

She touched the sensitive swollen head then lifted her eyes back to meet mine. “Tell me what to do,” she said. “I want to do it right.”

She could lick it like a damn lollipop and I’d explode. I was that far gone. Having her mouth that close to my arousal was enough for me. But she was sincere. She wanted to know.

“Slid it into your mouth. Suck on it like you would a lollipop. Run your tongue over it. Take it as deep as you can.”

She studied the throbbing monster in her hand then did exactly as I said. I watched as my knees began to buckle at the sight. Her mouth was like a fucking vacuum as she sucked hard. The moan of pleasure that came from her vibrated through my dick and sent a thrill through the rest of my body.

“That’s it,” I encouraged her. She sucked eagerly. She needed the reassurance she was doing it right. “Suck it, baby. It feels so damn good.”

She sucked even more vigorously. With more energy. When the swollen head of my cock hit the back of her throat and she gagged, I grabbed her head and groaned. I hadn’t even asked for it and she’d known.

“Oh yeah. That’s it. Take it all. Make me come.”

My words made her suck harder and seemed to spur her on. The tighter and quicker her mouth moved, the more I had to restrain myself. Images of me shooting my load all over that pretty mouth and face made me leak. I was ready for it. To see my come dripping from her chin.

“Yeah, fuck, that’s good. Fuck, baby. Suck my dick.” Words were coming from my mouth without my even realizing what I said. I was lost in the sensation. My hands fisted in her hair and I began pumping into her mouth.

“Hot little mouth. Fucking owns me. Take my dick. I’m gonna come until you gag on it.” The words sounded hard as I said them. My pounding pulse and the way she sucked wilder, clamping down harder with each nasty thing I said made me worse.

“Take it. Take that dick. Give it to me. That’s it sweetheart. Suck it.”

And she did. Harder, faster. Hungrier than any woman I had ever seen.

“AH! Beulah! I’m coming! I am fucking coming!” I cried out in case she needed to move. She didn’t. Her hand stayed on my shaft as she pumped the head into her mouth even faster.

My first shot went directly into her mouth. The vision made me lose all other thought. I began growling for her to take it and slamming into her mouth. My legs felt weak as I shook from the euphoria.

When my vision began to clear, I saw the come I’d shot all over her face. Dripping off her chin. Her eyes were wide with wonder as she gazed up at me. If anything deserved to be saved this image did. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.

Her tongue slipped out and she licked at the come still clinging to her lips. I trembled as I watched her. “Fuck me,” I whispered.

“I’d like to. But first we both need a shower.” Her tone was teasing but I knew I’d be fucking her soon. She wanted it. I wanted it. I always wanted it. This, however, just became a very close second.

“Thank you,” I said not knowing the right words to say. I’d never discussed this with another woman after.

“For what exactly?”

Grinning I pulled my pants up then reached for her hands and helped her stand. “For sucking my cock like a fucking pro dressed like an angel.”

She wiped the come from her chin. “Was that the polite way of saying I sucked you like a prostitute?”

I hesitated then nodded.

She laughed.

I tugged her against me. “You’ve ruined me,” I whispered against her head.

“How?”

“I want you with me all the time. You’re all I think about. I love Gerry and I’d do anything for her, but I’m jealous of her because she has you all day. How fucked up is that?”

Beulah leaned and curled into me. “You may not always feel this way. This . . . this frenzy . . . It can’t always last. Can it?”

I wasn’t sure. I hoped so but then again how could I function normally if it did. I answered in a way I knew I was telling the complete truth.

“I’ll always be intoxicated by the sight of you.”

She pulled back and stared up at me. She said nothing for a moment. I waited for her to think about my words and I wondered myself when such poetic shit had started coming to me so easily.

“You’re my fate, Stone.” She repeated my words back to me. And I understood what she was saying. This was more. More than we had the words to express.

Beulah

STONE HAD LEFT BEFORE ME this morning. Geraldine had a doctor’s appointment and Stone said he needed to take her. Geraldine didn’t go to her appointments willingly and if her sanity snapped while there, she was even more difficult. He didn’t want me dealing with it. I had argued that I could handle it but he wouldn’t listen.

He had told me to sleep in and eat breakfast. I would head over to her house at nine. They wouldn’t be back until eleven but I could get started on my daily chores. I thought I should have gone with them to the doctor so I could see what to expect and learn how to deal with her. Stone couldn’t always take her. I needed to be able to do it.

Arguing with Stone was pointless. I let it go. Sleeping an hour later was nice. The morning sun was bright as I stepped outside. I looked forward to the feel of fall air. We still had a while before that happened though.

Squinting against the sun it took me a moment to realize that the woman stepping out of the silver Mercedes was Portia. After that registered with me, panic quickly set in. Stone was gone. What did she want? How did she know where I was? What if this was about Heidi?