Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 83167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“Totally.”
Lottie took a moment to assess this.
Then she smiled.
“Everything okay?” his mother asked at their sides.
Mo looked her way and answered, “No. I need more cake.”
His mom also took a moment to assess this, her silver eyes shifting back and forth between him and Lottie before she also smiled.
Tammy never got his mother taking her in with Mo and then smiling.
This was the fourth time that night he’d caught that from his ma.
He’d been right. So had his boys.
Lottie being Lottie and giving what she did to Mo, she had nothing to worry about.
“I’ll go cut you one, darling,” she said then she was off.
Mo moved Lottie out of the way and shut the front door.
He then walked his girl back to his family.
And got more cake.
* * * *
Lottie
As far as I could tell, Mo Morrison was great at everything he did.
But he had a particular talent with giving head.
Something right then, in my bed, he was demonstrating.
I had both hands on his smooth scalp, holding him to me, but I didn’t need to do that.
He had me spread open with two fingers.
And my man was hungry.
When it happened, I hoped he got enough because he’d driven me to the edge and once there, I leaped off and went flying, coming hard in Mo’s mouth.
He licked me clean like he had the rest of his night to do it and only rose up and settled over me when I gave him the sign by gliding my fingers over the top of his head.
Once in position, he pushed his face in my neck and worked me there.
I could feel his hot, hard cock pushing against my thigh.
So I encouraged, “Come inside.”
Mo glided his lips up to my ear. “Gonna let you come down, play with you, work you back up, then you’re gonna take it, in my lap, doggie style.”
If he wanted me to come down, saying things like that didn’t help.
His mouth eventually worked its way to mine and in the middle of the deep, sweet, wet kiss that tasted of him mixed liberally with me, I pressed up into him and Mo, being my Mo, got my message and took us to our sides.
He broke the kiss and murmured against my lips, “My weight too much?”
“Never,” I whispered, ducking down to press my face into his throat running my hands over his warm, smooth skin, feeling the power underneath, liking the power underneath but loving that it was all mine.
I tipped my head back and kissed the underside of his jaw.
“Sweet Lottie,” he said softly, cupping my ass in one hand, holding me tight with his other arm.
“Tonight was the best, Mo,” I told him.
“Yeah,” he agreed.
“Your family rocks,” I shared.
“My mom rocks. The guys are the shit. My sisters are nutcases.”
They were.
But the good kind.
“I liked them.”
“Thank fuck,” he mumbled.
I smiled against his skin.
And there, I informed him, “The day I met you, Smithie and I had a conversation.”
I heard his head move on the pillow, so I tipped mine further back in order to catch his eyes in the moonlight.
“About what?” he asked.
“About the fact I was giving up since I hadn’t found my dream man and never thought I would.”
His big body grew still against mine.
“Then, hours later,” I carried on, “he walks right up and knocks on my door.”
It was guttural when he groaned, “Baby.”
But I didn’t need to hear the emotion.
I was feeling it since he was squeezing the breath out of me.
I let him, knowing he’d do what he did.
Relax his hold but keep me close.
I thought this was a good way to start the festivities back up.
But unusually in times like this (and other times besides), Mo was feeling chatty.
He shared this by saying, “You got that wrong.”
“I do?”
“Not wholly, but importantly.”
“How do I have that wrong?”
“I’d given up too. After Tammy, I was done. I thought it was me. I thought it was my shit that was driving them away. Then one day my boss hands me an assignment, and not an hour later, I walk right up and knock on the door to the house of my dream girl. And she made me see a lot of really fuckin’ important shit differently.”
“Mo,” I whispered.
His big hand shifted to cup my face as his dipped closer to mine.
“I don’t know what’s gonna happen, baby. I know some of it probably isn’t gonna be great. But who you are and what you give to me, most of it’s gonna be awesome. You know I have bad dreams and they may never stop. I don’t want that for me, or for you. But I can handle it a lot better now, knowin’ I’ll get those and wake up to my real dream, right there beside me.”
It was my voice that was hoarse when I declared, “We need to fuck right now.”