“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, abuzzing 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…
Fuck. It’s happening.
I hurry over to the window, almost hoping there are some motherfuckers out there. At least that’s a straightforward problem I can handle.
“Anything?” she asks.
“No,” I tell her. “The street is quiet.”
I glance over my shoulder. Big mistake. She’s on the couch, knees drawn to her chest, giving me a glimpse of her nakedness beneath the robe.
“I can’t believe we did that,” she murmurs.
“I can.” I groan. “What I can’t believe is that we risked that, risked him hearing, and I want to do it again.”
“Yeah. That’s a trip.” She says nothing for a long time. Then, “Did you mean what you said? About a family… a future?”
“I don’t want to push you too fast,” I snarl. “I’m not a dater, never had a proper relationship.”
