Page 42 of Mr. Green (Mr. #2)

Grant

I t’s getting close to dinner time. I’m watching the sun go down from a chair in the garage with a lite beer, winding down. Lana comes out to join me.

“Hey.” She has a little smirk, looking like a seductive ball of trouble. She presses the button to close the garage. My dick hardens watching her walk over to me. She brings her shirt up over her head in slow motion. Her magnificent tits are on display. She must’ve already taken off her bra.

She comes over to me and kneels between my legs.

I lick my bottom lip while sitting with my legs spread apart and an arm over my chair.

She unbuttons my pants without looking at me.

I lift my hips to help her as she pulls my pants down.

She grabs my dick, which is hard as a rock.

I need her to look up at me. I grasp her chin.

“I want to see you staring at me the whole time, Lana.” She looks from side to side with a blush. “Keep your eyes on mine. Got it?” I release her chin as she takes me in her mouth.

“Oh yeah, baby girl. Let me see how much of me you can take.”

She moans around my cock, making me almost blow right there. I grab one of her tits and play with her nipple.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy, Lana. I love seeing your lips around me.”

She flicks her tongue along my tip. Then she moves her head up and down. I grab a hold of her hair in my fist, but don’t pull. I’m not trying to hurt her, but I know she likes it when I take a bit of control. I guide her head, showing her how fast I want her to go.

“You follow instructions so well, baby.”

She keeps her eyes on mine as I move her mouth up and down, hitting her throat. I make sure to never make her gag.

I let go of her hair. She moves her mouth slow down my shaft, and then does a few quick bobs up by the tip, then down slow again to as far as she can go.

I’ve never held eye contact like this with anyone before. I felt like she needed to know she can’t hide from me, though. I wanted her to be present as much as I am. It adds a whole new perspective of intimacy.

I want to take control again, so I put my hands on her head and guide her to go quicker.

A bit of spit dribbles down from her mouth and it makes me fall apart.

I tap her on the shoulder, letting her know I’m going to come.

She doesn’t remove her mouth, so I shoot down her throat.

I grab her tit with my other hand and squeeze as I release.

She waits until I’m soft and pulls away. I wait to catch my breath.

“That was so fucking sexy, baby.” I lean down and kiss her. “My turn for dinner.” I stand up and hold out my hand for her to grab. She does and stands up. I squat down and bend her at the waist, throwing her over my shoulder. She giggles as I slap her ass.

I carry her into the house towards the kitchen. It only seems right to eat my dinner there. Besides, I love seeing her in that room; it’s my favorite view.

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It’s the next morning, but it’s early. The stars are still out—maybe three o’clock. Lana is in my arms, and Queenie is at the foot of the bed. I love Lana being here. I don’t want to let her go .

I breathe in her hair—the smell of lavender seeps through, relaxing me. I wish I could keep her here. I want her to come back. It feels like she belongs here with me.

I’m going to make sure she knows how much I’m falling for her. I would tell her I love her if it wouldn’t freak her out.

I have to keep remembering to take it slow. She thinks two weeks isn’t enough time for me to be in love with her. I’ve known we belong together since I saw her at the party. I just need to get her on my page. My plans the next time I see her will give her no room for anymore hesitation.

Lana is mine.