I know we don’t have much time.
“Fuck me hard, baby. I’m not going to last long.”
Caelia bounces on my cock as my fingers dig into her ass. Burying my fist in her hair, I brush her lips with mine. I swear, her whine is the best fucking thing I’ve ever heard. Kissing her hard, her breaths become mine, and I swallow down all of her noises. Caelia develops her own rhythm as she grinds down on my knot, rubbing her clit.
“Use me,” I rasp against her lips.
“Yes,” she gasps, her inner walls beginning to flutter.
I need her to break.
The door opens behind us, but I don’t react because there’s no fucking way that Levon would let anyone come in here. Especially when he knows I’m fucking our girl.
“Mmm. That’s it, baby. Get there for me.”
“You need to stop fucking in my locker room,” Miles grumbles.
“You’re jealous,” I grunt, uncaring that he’s here.
Caelia’s cheeks are flushed with desire, her pupils are blown wide, and she smells like dessert. She gazes up at Miles witha dopey smile as her hips roll and bounce over me, completely uncaring that we’ve been caught.
“I’ll be clucked and stuffed if you don’t look gorgeous,” Miles murmurs.
“Your sayings are ridiculous,” I rasp, kissing down Caelia’s throat. I know he curses, but his attempts not to are amusing. “That’s a good girl, baby. Fuck, you’re strangling my dick.”
“I’m glad you’re not calling me a good girl,” Miles grunts, making me bark out a laugh. “Caelia, I’m going to have to stuff your mouth with my cock if you can’t stay quiet.”
Not wanting to share, I slant my lips across Caelia’s, kissing the breath out of her lungs. Her movements begin to change as she gets closer to coming. They’re more desperate, jerkier, and then she drops over the edge.
Her cunt squeezes me so hard, I have to bury my face in her shoulder as I fuck up into her. My grunts are feral and needy as I fill her cunt up with cum, and I hold her tightly as she sags against me.
“She passed out,” Miles says, brushing her hair out of her face gently. His fingers move to her neck to check for a pulse before he chuckles. “You fucked her into unconsciousness, Santo.”
He gives me the most unexpected high five before blowing out a breath.
“I would usually let her sleep it off, but we don’t have that option,” he admits. “Marilyn is insisting she has to talk to her.”
“It’s for a good reason,” I say. “Caelia, come back to us, Sweet Girl.”
Taking a deep breath, she whimpers, lifting her head.
“Ugh, again?” she groans.
“I’m flattered,” I chuckle. “I need you to get dressed. Marilyn wants to talk to you.”
“I’m full of cum,” she sighs.
“I’ll be a gentleman and carry you to the stall to clean up,” I tease her, standing. I hitch my pants up higher, and walk her over. We both shudder as I lift her up and onto her feet.
Putting away my dick, I watch as she makes a face.
“I have to pee. Out,” she mutters.
Grinning, I step out of the stall so she can close it, and ten minutes later she’s ready to walk out of the locker room with a cute lacy top over her bra. Holding her duffle bag in my hand, I hold the door open so that she can walk ahead of me.
“There you are!” Marilyn says. Caelia puts her hair up in a ponytail to counteract the sex hair, and only appears slightly flushed.
Levon gives her a hug, murmuring something I can’t hear, but causes her to blush even harder.
