Legend (Arizona Vengeance #3)(36)

Loving the feel of her silky hair woven through my fingers as I grasp onto her head, I gently rock my hips in small increments so I don’t choke her. That part of my cock that won’t fit in her mouth isn’t neglected, though, because she gives it hard strokes with one hand, while the other drops just below to fondle my balls.

Goddamn, that feels amazing.

I look down to find Pepper looking up at me. Mouth stretched wide, a little trickle of saliva coming out of one corner and her cheeks hollowing as she sucks against the tip of me. Sometimes she even wiggles her tongue on the underside which causes spasms of pleasure to ripple straight from my balls through to my dick.

She closes her eyes and moans her appreciation of what she’s doing to me.

“Pepper,” I murmur as I continue to slowly fuck her mouth.

Her eyes spring open, cheeks drawn inward, and her eyes question me.

“I want to fuck you.” I mean, I’m totally digging this blow job and I’m going to come hard and soon, but I’d rather be wrapped tight in that pussy. Not sure if it’s my becoming a dad that’s awakened this primal urge I have to come inside of her, but it’s hard to fight. And I know my sweet girl can’t get pregnant but that doesn’t mean I don’t still like being inside of her.

    A lot.

Pepper has other plans, though. She gives a tiny shake of her head, scraping her teeth lightly as she pulls off me. Her tongue darts out, licks her bottom lip, and she says, “I want you to come in my mouth.”

Okay, I can fuck her later. I take my cock in one hand and move the other to the back of her head. She opens her mouth up with relish and I feed myself back onto that wet tongue.

Pepper swallows me as much as she can and starts to suck.

I start to rock again. My eyes close and my head falls back, and I give myself over completely to the pleasure she’s giving me.

While I can’t stop my hips from moving, Pepper is the one setting the pace. She’s the one fucking me now with her mouth, and wet sounds that are being produced are a turn-on. My teeth are gritted and I have to force myself to tighten up against the groans and grunts that I want to let free.

Chest heaving and my hands back on her head—just trying to steady myself more than anything—I know I’m getting ready to come. Pepper must feel it too since she’s still working my balls in her hand and they’re starting to draw in tight.

“I’m close,” I whisper in a strangled voice.

I swear I can feel her smile on my cock and she moves faster and sucks a little harder. When she moves her hand from my balls to stroke her index finger on my sensitive skin just behind, my eyes cross and I quit trying to hold back.

“F-u-u-u-c-k,” I groan, way too loudly and anyone passing by could hear. But I’m too far gone to care about it.

    Pepper answers with a growling sensation that tickles the tip of my cock and I just let go. Let the orgasm loose and I blow every bit of my lust right into her mouth. She swallows and sucks on me like a straw, drinking it down and it’s sexy as fuck that she likes it.

I know she likes it because she hums softly as she does it, eyes closed with what looks like bliss.

She’s blissed out from pleasuring me, and something cracks inside my chest.

Pepper isn’t the first woman to give me a great blow job, but she is the first to do it and touch an emotion within me.

As I pull back and slide slowly out of her mouth, she opens her eyes and the expression on her face is almost dreamy. She daintily wipes at the corners of her mouth and says, “That was nice.”

Nice? Yeah, not nice.

Utterly fucking fantastic and not just in a physical way.

I know that Pepper Nantais could never just be casual to me.





Chapter 16


    Pepper


It seems so long since I’ve sat at my drafting table that my pencil feels slightly weird in my hand. I stare at the blank page in front of me for just a moment, and then start to sketch.

As both the writer and illustrator of my stories, I’ve got sole responsibility of making my books worthy of the children that read them.

I didn’t always want to be a children’s book author, but I had always loved kids and I was a decent artist. While both my parents and my sister are doctors, I was the creative one in the family and followed my passion to get a degree in graphic design. I got an entry-level job doing ad design for a clothing company and in my free time I fiddled with some sketches for an idea I had.

It took me almost three years to develop the full concept of The Grand Adventures of Penelope and Bert into a comprehensive line of illustrated children’s stories, but I was proud of what I’d accomplished.

I was stunned when I landed an agent.

Almost disbelieving when I was made an offer by a major publisher, although it wasn’t enough money for me to leave my day job.

My own story is like a fairy tale, though, because when my book was released—complete with my own watercolor paintings of the Canadian geese, Penelope and Bert, who migrate every year to the same pond—no one expected that it would be so popular. It hit the New York Times bestseller list for seventeen weeks in a row and when the next offer came from my publisher for a three-book deal, it was more than enough to quit my day job.

    Each successive launch was as good, if not better, than the one before, and I was making more money than the doctors in my family.