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I reached around and began to work her clit as I fucked her. She moaned, her body working and working harder, rolling along my thick cock as I fucked her deeper and deeper. She took that cock like she was starving for it, and I knew she was. I had to make her come, had to feel that body twitch and tense as the orgasm washed over her.

I fucked her hard, savagely, like a fucking animal. I slapped her ass and pulled her hair. “Take that fucking cock, you dirty girl,” I whispered in her ear. “Take that thick fucking cock. I want to see you come.”

She worked her back, rocking against my cock as I fucked her deep. I slapped that thick ass again and she moaned, gripping the counter so hard her knuckles were white.

I grabbed her hips, fucking rough and deep, taking her like a fucking animal, making that cunt mine. And then slowly I could see her tensing, tensing as she stood up on her tiptoes like she couldn’t keep still.

The orgasm washed over her, rolling down along her skin, making her twitch and tremble. She moaned my name over and over, shaking from the power of the orgasm as I kept fucking her deep and hard, unrelenting with my cock.

As her orgasm slowly faded, I stepped back, tearing the condom off my dick and throwing it aside. “Suck me off,” I said. “Swallow my fucking cum.”

She dropped to her knees again and sucked my dick, greedy and hungry. I was so fucking close already, on the verge of shooting my thick load down her throat. I let her suck me like that, her lips sucking hard and her tongue working me. She was still wet from the shower and covered in sweat from getting worked so hard, and she’d never looked any fucking sexier than in that moment.

She sucked me greedily, taking my cock into her throat. I pressed her down harder, pushing my cock between her lips, and I could feel it building up in my balls. “Fuck,” I groaned as I came hard down her throat.

She took every single drop of my hot cum. The orgasm rocked my body as she kept sucking me, working me, jerking my shaft and sucking every drop of my cum. Finally it slowly faded, and she swallowed every drop, cleaning me off with her tongue.

“Fuck, girl,” I said, lifting her up and kissing her hard. “Fuck that was incredible.”

She smiled at me, pressed her head against my chest. “I can barely stand,” she said. “My knees are shaking.”

We leaned like that together against the counter, dripping wet and spent, pleasure rolling around my mind.

Damn right I couldn’t keep my hands to myself.

I didn’t have a chance when Tara fucked like that.





Chapter 19





Tara





My head was buzzing as I came down from my orgasm. Emory kissed me and grinned as he got into the shower, and so I was left alone to lean up against the counter, my mind running back over what had just happened.

I knew I should have told him to leave, should have just told him to go away. But I couldn’t, not when I wanted it so much. Emory was the only thing that made me feel good, feel really good, aside from Mason of course. Emory just made me feel new highs, new peaks of sensation and pleasure, things I never knew were possible.

He almost made me forget the danger we were in, and that was probably dangerous in itself. His cocky grin and his delicious, muscular body made me forget that I was being hunted by dangerous terrorists.

And I had to remember, couldn’t forget. I had to remember, at least for Mason’s sake.

As I stood there catching my breath, I heard something in the other room. I paused, listening, and then sighed. “Mason’s crying,” I said to Emory.

He poked his head out of the shower. “I can get him.”

“No. That’s okay. Finish your shower. You’ve done enough.”

He grinned at me. “I’m just getting started.”

I couldn’t help but smile to myself as I left the bathroom and went into my bedroom. Mason was awake and crying loudly, a screaming cry, very unusual for him. I bent down and lifted him up. His diaper was clean and he’d been fed recently. He almost never woke up crying like this, or at least not screaming like this.

“Okay, Mason, okay,” I said, rocking him. I could remember a handful of times that he’d cried like this before, but none in the last two months.

I bounced him as I walked slowly downstairs, heading into the kitchen. I thought maybe he might be hungry, but as soon as I tried feeding him, it was pretty clear that he wasn’t. I stood up again and walked around, bouncing and talking to him.

When I first found out I was pregnant, so long ago, I was terrified. I thought my life was over, that I was never going to do anything that I wanted to do again.

And in a lot of ways, I was right. My life as I knew it was over, but I could never have imagined what my new life was going to be like.