“Fuuucckkk,” she moaned, knees buckling.
I stood up, dropped my sweats and boxer briefs, and stroked my dick. Licking my lips, tasting her juices, I easedinside her from behind. Pussy felt like home. “Goddamn. Pussy crazy.”
Autumn gasped, mouth parting like she was about to speak in tongues. “Big… ass dick… fuuuckkk meeee…”
“I gotchu, baby,” I growled in her ear, pulling her hair just to hear her moan louder. “Bounce that ass on this dick, gorgeous.”
Being a good girl, she threw that ass back as I pumped into her with deep strokes. My grip was tight on her waist. Her back arched, cheeks bouncing, them little cries echoing off the cabin walls.
I leaned in close, kissing her shoulder. “Keep moanin’ like that, and we gon’ make baby number two real soon.”
“Shittt,” she cried out, trying to keep her voice down even though she was losing the battle.
“You feel how she grippin’ me? That’s love,” I muttered against her skin. “She loves this dick. You hear me?”
“Yes,” she panted, looking back at me with tears in her eyes. “Yes, we do, babe…”
“Say it louder.”
“I loveeee… this dick.”
“Good,” I growled, digging deeper now and faster, causing her whole body to shake. I could feel her pussy pulsing on my dick, and I knew she was about to nut. Shit, so was I. “Let that shit go, baby. Cum with me.”
“Quamaineeeee!!!” Autumn collapsed against the counter, trembling all over, and I followed right behind her with agrunt, pulling her tight against my chest as we both caught our breath in the heat of that little moment. “Mmm,” she mumbled, breathless. “Now… we can play house.”
I smirked, kissing her cheek. “Now we can do whatever the fuck you wanna do.”
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B yt h et i m ewe got done unpacking and changing into lounge clothes, Autumn curled up in front of the fireplace on the fluffy couch. I brought over a glass of sparkling apple cider for her and tequila on the rocks for me.
“You good?” I asked, handing her the glass as I sat beside her.
She nodded, then leaned her head on my shoulder. “I feel good. This is the first time I’ve really… relaxed in weeks.”
“I can tell. You finally lettin’ your shoulders drop.” We clinked glasses and took a sip.
“I needed this,” she said softly.
“Shit, me too.”
Autumn curled deeper into the couch beside me, her blanket tucked around her legs and her glass balanced just right in her hand. She reached for the remote and pulled up the streaming apps. “Okay, what are we watching?”
“Something Christmas. It’s a vibe.”
She smirked. “‘Home Alone’? Classic.”
Taking a sip of my drink, I said, “I mean, if we talkin’ ‘bout classics then you gotta put on that ‘Friday After Next’?”
“But is it arealChristmas movie?” she teased.
“Hell yeah,” I chuckled, already reaching for the remote. “Craig and Day-Day was fightin’ for rent money, gettin’ jacked by a ghetto Santa, and still ended up with a party and gifts. That’s Christmas in the trenches.”
Autumn laughed. “You got a point. What about ‘The Best Man Holiday’? I cried the first time. Now I just get mad all over again.”
“Over what?”
“Lance being all prideful, and Mia not telling them she was that sick earlier. Ugh. It’s too much.” She sipped her cider.
