Colt
“You keep pushing that ass against my dick, I’m going to slide in.” I’m wrapped around Sable, we’re both naked, and it’s the early hours of the next morning. After I ate her and she blew me, we barely had enough energy to make it to the bedroom. Food wasn’t a blip on our radar, and when we climbed into bed, Sable passed out. I left her to it, locked up the house, and then joined her.
Now waking her to the next morning, there’s nothing I want more than to sink inside her tight, wet heat.
“I’m not stopping you.” She looks over her shoulder, hair a tousled mess, and gives me a soft smile. There’s only one question left.
“Condom?”
“I’m covered, as long as you’re good?” Fuck, I’m about to nut before I’m even inside her.
“I’m more than fucking good.” My arm beneath her neck travels down until I’m cupping her breast, and my thumb rasps over the pebbled tip. Her lips land on mine, kissing me with so much that it builds a craving I’ve become addicted to. I slide my hand down the slope of her curves, feeling her flesh awaken with each inch I traveled down. It’s not until I make it to her hip that Sable opens her legs and hooks one over mine.
“Colt.” Her mouth leaves mine on a sigh, which is all the more encouraging. My hands grip her hip, the tips of my fingers moving inward, and I keep going. That’s when I feel it. She’s dripping with desire, so damn wet I’m in a battle with myself. I’m half-tempted to roll her over until she’s flat on her back, bury my head between her thighs, and eat her until she comes. But the clock on the other side of the room is glaring at me. Time is of the essence, and I’m not sure when I’ll have Sable to myself again. I love my daughter with every ounce of my being, but she’s a Sable hog, so having her like this might not happen for another few days.
“All this, and it’s all for me,” I groan in her ear, strumming my fingers along her slit, gathering her wetness before swirling them around her clit.
“If you don’t move this along, it’s going to be all for me.” She arches her back, pushing her ass out, and the head of my cock nudges at her entrance. I grunt, and she moans at the same damn time.
“Like hell I’ll let that happen.” I sink an inch inside her. The mushroom-shaped tip makes it a snug fit. I’ve had her tightness around my fingers and tongue last night, so I knew it’d be like this—hot and tight—but going slow like I am now is hard as fuck.
“Feels good, Colt, so good.” This position keeps me in control, exactly how I like it, for now. Once she’s accustomed to my length, she can have me any way she wants me. Preferably with her on top, riding my cock while I play with her nipples. Sable is sensitive as fuck when my mouth is on them. Having both sensations at the same time, I’ll bet she’d come quick as shit.
“Fuck yeah, it does. Gonna feed you more of my cock. Tell me if it’s too much.” A shiver skates through her body from the sensation of me moving in and out of her in short thrusts, giving her a bit more with each push.
“More. I need more.” The minute she takes all of me, I’ll be rolling her to her stomach, pulling her ass up in the air and watching it move with each plunge.
“Like this, Sable? Is this what you need?” I give her half my length to see how she does with it, and when I feel her clench around me, my body locks up.
“God, yes. Colt, you're everything I need.” My muscles strain, sweat coats our bodies, and the need to bury myself to the hilt inside her is becoming hard to resist.
“You tell me if it’s too much. The last thing I want is for you to be too sore to take me again later.” The minute she nods, I drive my hips forward, moving all the way inside her, holding steady when I feel her pussy ripple around my length. “Jesus, how the fuck am I supposed to hold back when you feel this good?” Her head tips back, and a low breath tumbles from her lips, her body rocking lightly back and forth in an attempt to push me over the edge.
“You’re not. You’re supposed to take me however you want me.”
“One day, I’m going to take this ass, too, Sable. Going to make you mine in every way possible.” Her answer is to push her ass back into my groin, and my fingers tighten their hold on the apex of her thigh. The tip of my finger glides along her clit, causing her to flutter around my dick once again.
“You’ll have to work your way in there. Even my smallest toy is too much for me.” I don’t know why her words shock me, yet they do, and when I pull my hips back to thrust back inside, I’m stuttering in my movements.
“Looks like a trip to the store is in our future, because I’m gonna watch your ass take a toy while your pussy takes my dick. You’re tight now. Imagine how it’ll feel with both holes filled.” My words make her needier, and when she clamps down harderthan ever before, coming around my cock, she pulls the come from me with a vengeance, enough to make me see fucking stars.
“Colt!” Her voice is hoarse, and her breathing is choppy as hell.
“Son of a bitch,” I groan, slowly pulling in and out of her heat. “Going to watch what you look like now, Sable.” I flip her over, and we're both a mess. My cum drips from her pussy, the sheets take the brunt of it.
“Holy shit.” I spread her thighs and climb between them, then sink my fingers inside her, keeping our combined orgasm inside her, right where it belongs.
“I hope you don’t have to be at work at a certain time, because I’m not letting you go yet. Not until I have your taste in my mouth and my marks covering your body.” Her resounding moan is like music to my ears. I keep fucking her with my fingers when I dip my head between her legs and wrap my lips around her clit. I want her hands in my hair and her thighs squeezing my head while she comes as many times as fucking possible.
16
Sable
“Sable, I’m here, and look what Mimi and Poppy got me!” I’m about to dip my brush in my palette when I hear Nellie’s voice behind me. When I turn around, she’s running toward me at full force. She has on a smock similar to mine and a hat to keep the sun off her face.
“You look exactly like me. Let me get you all set up.” She wraps her arms around me even though I’m not exactly clean, being the messy painter I am. My hands have splatters as well as my smock and more than likely my hair, too. I use my forearm to hug her back, hoping I don’t get any on her hair at least.
“This is going to be the greatest of all time.” I’ve been working on this project for over a week now, and Nellie has been waiting so patiently to get to this point where I had to set up a drop cloth, with paints lined up in order, as well as brushes, and water to use as needed.
