“Yes, Cidney. Play with that pretty pussy. Get it nice and wet so I can eat it.”
My.
God.
I come. It slams into me without warning and with little preparation. It’s hard and perfect, delicious like a dense chocolate cake. I moan, but it’s a muffled sound because my man’s cock is in my mouth, something I don’t mind in the slightest.
GOOSE
Flipping her onto her back, I bury my face between her legs. She tastes so fucking good. I don’t know if it’s because she’s just come or because she swallowed my cum, but, fuck me, I’ve fallen even deeper in love with this woman.
Completely and totally goddamn smitten.
My tongue moves against her clit, swirling, before my teeth scrape the soft and sensitive bud. She moans, her hands gripping my hair. She flexes her fingers in the strands, pulling me closer as she lifts her hips, grinding her cunt against my mouth.
I know she’s probably sensitive, maybe too much so to come again, but I want it. In fact, I want three. I want her to come three times tonight, and then we’re going to talk about our future.
Well, I’m going to tell her that she’s mine—forever.
Because that’s what she fucking is.
Mine.
There isn’t much of a conversation that needs to happen past that. This woman was made for me, meant to be mine, and will be until my last dying breath. Cidney Whitaker is and will always be my woman. It’s time I make it public. That the men at the club know she’s my woman, my old lady.
It’s time I allow Ivy to beat the shit out of me. I can only hope he doesn’t kill me in the process. He could, and there is nothing that would ever be done about it. If he truly didn’t want me withCidney, he could end my life. If he’s cool with it, I’ll live. He’ll give me a few black eyes, a swollen cheek and jaw, and that will be that.
Only time will tell, but I can’t walk away from this, from her.
With that thought, with her whimper that bounces off the walls around me, she comes. Her taste floods my mouth. Her orgasm. Fucking heaven. I continue to lap at her pussy, taking every single drop of her release and swallowing it.
Cidney’s body is limp, boneless as she moans, her hips lifting out of pure instinct. She’s riding her second orgasm, and soon enough, I’ll be doing the same thing, but instead of gliding my hips along her face, I’ll be doing it inside her body.
My cock is hard and ready for round two. Climbing up her body, I position my cock at her center and, without a second thought, I thrust inside her warm heat. One single thrust of my hips, and I’m nestled deep inside her cunt.
Home.
My fucking home.
Her arms wrap around my shoulders, her nails digging into the flesh of my back. Hissing, I press my lips to hers as I begin to move inside her.
Cidney’s warm, wet heat envelops me. She whimpers with each thrust, and I know she’s sensitive and likely sore, too, but she feels so damn good, I’m finding it hard to care. I know I should, but I really fucking don’t.
My hips move, thrusting in and out of her body, feeling her warmth clench me. Grinding my pelvis against her clit with each downstroke. She lifts her hips, meeting my thrusts, a hitch in her breath with each move. It’s sexy as fuck. My eyes find hers, and I focus on her.
She’s sensitive. And she’s close again. I can feel it. Her pussy flutters around me, threatening to hold my cock hostage insideher body. I’ll take that any fucking time. She can hold me hostage anytime, anywhere.
“Are you going to come again for me, my good girl?”
“Please,” she exhales.
I’m not sure what she’s begging me for, but it doesn’t matter. I am more than willing to give her anything and everything she not only needs but wants. I don’t stop moving inside her, grinding my pelvis against her clit, doing all I can to bring her a third orgasm.
And then it happens. My balls draw up, my lower back tingles, my breathing comes out heavier, and I come. I try to hold it back, but I fail. Thank fuck she follows me along for the ride.
My muscles freeze at the same time her cunt pulses around me. Shifting my head forward, I bury my face against her neck, my hips beginning to lazily move in and out of her body while my tongue is tasting her throat.
Her legs tighten around my hips, her nails digging into my flesh at the back of my shoulders. We’re both breathing heavily, her hips moving still, just like mine. She holds me close. Slowly, I lift my head, and my eyes find hers.
