Fuck!
My cock is so fucking hard it’s going to explode!
“I want you, Wade,” she pants in my ear. “I need you.”
I move my lips down over her neck, onto her shoulder, breathing in the clean scent of soap as I grab and squeeze everything I can get my hands on.
I’m an addict, and she’s my drug. That’s clear to see, and I’m not letting her leave.
She grips hold of my belt and unlatches the buckle, tugging my jeans to the ground, exposing my heavy cock that stands at attention. Her gaze lifts to mine. “I need to feel you.”
“I don’t have a condom.”
“I don’t care.” She slides her small wet hand onto my pulsing dick and strokes in a corkscrew motion. “Ineedto feel you.”
Fuck!
“Come on, honey.” I grip her slippery hips and guide her out of the tub, lean her forward against the farmhouse sink, and bury my starving cock into her tight little core like I don’t have a million reasons not to.
“God damn,” the words spill out in a grunted exhalation as I thrust into her harder, “you’re tight.”
“And you’re enormous,” she pants as she grips the edges of the sink.
I try to thrust gently, but the second I catch sight of her face in the mirror, I lose it.
“Look at me, sweetheart.”
She drags her head up and stares back at me in the mirror, her mouth dropped open, her eyes wide, her hair a frazzled mess as I thrust harder and faster.
“Good girl. Now tell me you need it. Tell me you need my come.”
She slips back as I pummel in deeper, her round ass jiggling and bouncing with every rough thrust.
“I need your come, Wade. Please… fill me up! Fuck me like you need it!”
“Oh, I need it,” I growl and thrust harder, pressing against her innocent flesh with a hiss as her shiny, soaking frame bounces.
I try to be cognizant of the noises we’re making as not to alarm Jasper, but I’m not sure how well I’m doing at that.
My teeth sink into her shoulder as I grip her tighter and fuck her harder. “Come on, sweet girl. Come on my cock. I need to let go.”
“Let go,” she pants, her eyes closing as her head tilts back. “You’re right there. It feels so good.”
My thighs strain as the slap of our bodies echo in the small bathroom. “Fuck. I’m gonna lose it. You’re mine, sweet girl!” I growl low in her ear as I thrust in one final time.
“I’m yours,” she pants, and I feel her pussy tighten around my cock as her curved frame convulses against me.
Jesus Christ! I hold her tighter as sunlight filters in from the window behind us, and with that one final thrust, my balls empty inside of her tight, little pussy.
“Fuck,” I slur, pumping the last bits of pleasure into her as she pants and sighs. “You feel so fucking good, sweetheart.”
I’m not sure how long we’re in this position, but I know I’m ready to go again when I hear Jasper holler from the other room.
“Mom! Dad’s here!”
Dad’s here?My brows narrow as I stare toward Sara in the mirror. “I’ve got this.”
“Oh my God,” she pauses and stares down at the sink before lifting her ass away and turning toward me, “the location tracker on my phone. I didn’t think to turn it off last night.”
