“Ohmigod…” Blake is mindlessly moaning, calling out to God and begging me to fuck her harder. To give her more. To never stop. What she doesn’t realize, is that I would rather die than stop. I do exactly what she begs for… I give her more.
Sucking her nipple into my mouth, I roll it between my teeth, adding an edge of pain to her pleasure. I pinch her clit between my fingers as I pound up into her. Then she’s coming. Screaming to the heavens and soaking me with her release.
I’m balancing on the edge, barely holding on. I’m seconds away from exploding, but I hold back, lost to the vision that is Blake’s pleasure. She is completely wanton, not holding back a single ounce of herself. In this moment, I’m completely certain that I’ve fallen in love with this girl. At that realization, I let go of my resolve and bury myself so deep inside her, my cock kisses her womb. Hard jerks of my cock pump my seed into her unprotected womb while she shudders through the last of her orgasm.
Once her breathing has evened out and I can feel my legs again, I stand with her still in my arms. She squeals and slaps my shoulder, demanding I put her down because she’s too heavy to be carried around. My hand cracks down on her bare ass cheek.
“You’re a tiny slip of a thing. I could carry you all day.”
Her already flushed face turns a shade redder at that and I can’t hide the smirk on my lips. I carry her to the bathroom, depositing her on the counter before turning to the shower. Once the water is the perfect temperature, I lift her again. Stepping under the spray with my precious bundle, I let her slide down my body until her feet are under her. Then I reach for the soap and worship her body as I clean her.
I lather her hair, massaging her scalp longer than necessary when she moans in pleasure. The sound has my cock hard as a rock again. I might have just come harder than ever before, but I’m ready for another round. I know she’s tender. Her body stiffened as I washed her pussy, so I ignore my cock. He’ll just have to wait.
When we are both clean, I step out and wrap a towel around my waist. Once it’s secure, I carefully dry every inch of Blake’s skin, kissing my way up and down her soft flesh.
Her stomach lets out an angry growl. Her hands cover her face in embarrassment. “How mortifying!”
I chuckle, dropping a kiss to her belly. “No, just a reminder that I need to take better care with my woman.” Standing, I pull her into me for a quick hug and kiss the top of her head reverently. “Let’s get you fed, Kitten.”
9
Blake
Hutch makes a quick lunch of ham and cheese omelets and toast. He refuses to let me help—plopping me down on the counter and telling me to stay put. Since my legs are still mostly made of jelly thanks to multiple orgasms, I don’t argue. Then again, I don’t think I would even if I wasn’t weak-kneed. Watching Hutch efficiently move around the kitchen as he cooks is hot as hell. I practically need to wipe drool from my chin.
He plates up our food and before I can hop down from the counter, he has me back in his arms. Then he sits with me on his lap, which is where I am now. Comfortably sitting in the lap of the most amazing man I’ve ever met, while he feeds me bites of omelet and presses devastatingly tender kisses to my neck and shoulder.
I decline the next bite, putting my hand to my stomach. “I couldn’t eat another bite. I’m stuffed.”
“Not yet, Kitten.” His voice is deep with desire and my pussy clenches at the reminder of how it feels to have him buried inside me.
“You’re terrible.” I can’t help but laugh at his antics. His cock is a solid bar under me the whole time we ate. He had to adjust me twice because I kept rubbing myself against it. I blush remembering how he groaned and threatened to bend me over the table and redden my ass for teasing him when my pussy is too sore to fuck.
“Hmm… I’d give about anything to be inside that mind of yours right about now.”
I can feel my blush deepen and I’m considering telling him my dirty thoughts, hoping it might break his resolve on the whole give Blake’s vagina a break thing. Before I make my decision, we are interrupted by the slam of a car door.
Who the hell is that?
Hutch looks down at me, barely covered in a towel and he's instantly on the move. Back in his room, he tosses me one of his shirts and pulls on a clean pair of jeans. Apparently, I’m not moving fast enough because he grabs the shirt from my hands and pulls it over my head. It’s so big it falls down to my knees, but the heated look in Hutch’s eyes says he very much likes seeing me in his clothes. Pounding on the door makes me jump and Hutch growl in annoyance.