Dean "Mr. O" Kellar has been following closely in the footsteps of his famous adopted father for years, but when Megan Davis pops back into his life suddenly he starts following him in a new light. She was the girl who saved Dean when they were children and the girl he needs to save now. Will the two of them be torn apart once more or will their hearts be allowed a chance to finally mollify?
A Senses Series Novel
In case
you didn’t know, the only sound
sexier than a woman on the brink of an orgasm,
is a woman on the brink of an orgasm
that’s being given by me. We can test that if
you wanna disagree.
“Mmm...” she whimpers clutching the back of my head
to keep me latched in place while my tongue strokes away
tasting the most addictive flavor of fun in the entire universe.
“Oh...Oh..Ohhhh!!! I’m coming! I’m coming!” I
lap at the new juices, my afternoon snack about as sweet
as I expected it. Her legs continue to shake, my face now
smothered so deep I can’t breathe.
Yeah. That would be a fun one to explain to
my parents. “No. No. It’s cool. I just passed
out because her orgasm suffocated me.
You’ve been there right dad?” Ha. He would
understand and probably fist bump me before getting us both grounded.
Finally pulling my face free, I use the edge of my white
t-shirt to remove the shine.
Great face cleanser. Opens the pores. Oh
what? Don’t look at me like that. That was
funny.
“That’s why they call you Mr. O,” the girl says trying to
lift herself up on her unsteady elbows.
“No baby.” I rip off the shirt I was just trying to use as a
towel, exposing my muscular chest from hours at work and
working out. “That’s just the start of why they call me Mr.
sexier than a woman on the brink of an orgasm,
is a woman on the brink of an orgasm
that’s being given by me. We can test that if
you wanna disagree.
“Mmm...” she whimpers clutching the back of my head
to keep me latched in place while my tongue strokes away
tasting the most addictive flavor of fun in the entire universe.
“Oh...Oh..Ohhhh!!! I’m coming! I’m coming!” I
lap at the new juices, my afternoon snack about as sweet
as I expected it. Her legs continue to shake, my face now
smothered so deep I can’t breathe.
Yeah. That would be a fun one to explain to
my parents. “No. No. It’s cool. I just passed
out because her orgasm suffocated me.
You’ve been there right dad?” Ha. He would
understand and probably fist bump me before getting us both grounded.
Finally pulling my face free, I use the edge of my white
t-shirt to remove the shine.
Great face cleanser. Opens the pores. Oh
what? Don’t look at me like that. That was
funny.
“That’s why they call you Mr. O,” the girl says trying to
lift herself up on her unsteady elbows.
“No baby.” I rip off the shirt I was just trying to use as a
towel, exposing my muscular chest from hours at work and
working out. “That’s just the start of why they call me Mr.
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Xavier Neal lives in Texas where she spends her time getting lost in writing, reading, or fandoms she recently discovered. Whether she is enjoying books or movies, she continues finding inspiration at every turn to bring more exciting stories to life.
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