Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 57067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
We try to be quiet. But that’s the only concession we make to the fact Julian is sleeping upstairs.
We don’t stop. We don’t doubt.
When she leans back and runs her hand through her hair, owning this moment, hot release pushes right against my tip. I watch her in awe as she confidently rides my cock.
My hands rest on her hips, but I don’t move her. She moves herself. She bounces up and down so fast, and hard, I’m sure any second it’s going to be over.
My resolve is going to melt away.
I need to feel her come. I need to feel her tunnel pulsing and squeezing around my cock before I let myself go.
Which means it’s probably not a good idea to lean forward and push her tits together. Bury my face in them and suck her needy nipples. She makes a muffled moaning sound that tells me this adds to her pleasure.
I keep sucking, and then gently nibble on her peaks. She sinks her fingernails into the back of my neck and rides me hard.
I love how confident she is. I love how she takes control. I love how, despite what she’s been through, she owns this damn moment. Owns me.
Finally, she collapses against me. I wrap my arms around her and start pumping my hips again, faster this time, so quick the couch protests. We’re being too loud. But somehow, it doesn’t matter. I rock my hips and arch up into her.
Her tightness clenches. A pause.
Then she’s seeping her release all down my dick. She struggles to contain her moans, her thighs shifting in time with the quick pumps of my tingling cock.
Soon she can’t move in time with me. She collapses, and I ragdoll her, fucking her hard. Her pussy makes glorious wet noises.
She leans back again once she’s done, still pulsating with the tremors of the release.
“Your… turn,” she moans. She tilts her head. “What are you looking at?”
“The—TV,” I force the words out. “Your—reflection. Fuck… your ass, Celine. Your perfect, juicy fucking ass.”
“You want my ass?” she moans.
“The way it bounces…”
She swallows, turns away.
I grip her chin. Make her face me again. “What’s wrong?” I growl.
“It’s just… my scar…”
“Your scar is part of you,” I snap.
She smiles, then says, “… Do it, baby.”
Like I need more encouragement.
I gently pull her from my lap and stand. My cock protests with a shudder when she’s no longer gripping me.
She perches on the couch, gripping the material and looking at me over her shoulder. I stumble toward her, my cock bobbing, her release making me shine from tip to base.
When I slip inside of her, and her ass flattens against my hips, my mind grows cloudy. The swaying of her ass makes me savage in a way that’s extreme even for us.
I hook my hands between her stomach and her thighs and pull her toward me. Make her ass bounce with each thrust.
I can’t do this for long. Her ass is swaying too enticingly, her hips guiding the movements. I stare in complete awe and hunger down at her, my cock on fire, release gathering like a nuke about to go off.
She nods encouragingly at me. Like she can feel my come ready to erupt into her, and she wants every last drop.
I collapse on top of her, my chest lying against her scarred and beautiful back. Wrapping my arm around her, my forearm presses across her breasts, letting me feel her voluptuousness as I drive us closer to an explosion.
During the final moments, I have to bite down on her shoulder. She whimpers and bites the couch. Come surges out of my tip, a buzzing sensation that shrinks the entire universe down to this moment. Down to us.
She collapses onto the couch, taking me with her.
We end up in a messy heap with my cock pounding into her as wave after wave of come flows out of me. I let go of her shoulder, kiss the place I’ve bitten, as my manhood begins to wilt.
The spell finally shatters when she leans up and looks at the door. Checks that her big brother didn’t just walk in on us. Because honestly, neither of us would’ve had a goddamn clue.
“Were we too loud?” she whispers anxiously.
“I don’t think so,” I say, feeling worse than I have after any job.
We crossed a line before when we just had sex. Having sex with Julian in the house, after all the mayhem, without his approval…
It’s undeniably worse.
“You should get dressed,” she says.
She’s right. I stand and find my clothes. As I get dressed, she slips into her robe and tugs it tightly around herself. Even with our release so close, there’s still hunger in me. My manhood throbs, and I know I could grow hard again if I let myself.
It wouldn’t take much. Just focus on the shape of her body through the robe, her big, beautiful mounds, her thick thighs…