I pinch her chin. “You really don’t know me as well as you think you do.”
We kiss and it quickly turns into a frenzy. I love fucking her on the couch, half undressed.
I dip my head to suckle on her nipple as she pulls me closer, bracing the edge of the couch.
She arches her back, pushing her hips up against mine so we connect, and we groan in unison. The sex has been freakingamazing, and even when we don’t have a lot of time, I’ll take whatever I can get.
I unzip myself as she tugs her shorts down, then she rips my t-shirt off my body. “You can’t get enough of it, can you, beautiful?” I mutter against her flesh.
“Nope, not when I know what’s in those pants.”
I reach down, freeing myself as I pull her panties aside. I’m thrilled to find how wet she is, and now she’s on birth control, we don’t use protection. “You wanted it fast, that’s what you get.”
“Give it to me, Daddy.”
I grin, then tap my dick against her clit, and she moans. I should give her one orgasm before I seat myself deep inside, so I keep up the motion as her eyes flutter closed.
“Brett,” she cries.
I maneuver my hips, stroking my tip across her clit over and over until she’s grabbing my ass and crying out, “Yes, yes, yes!”
She’s not even down from her high when I push inside without warning, and she gasps. “You can take it,” I murmur. “Just like you did this mornin’ when we rattled the headboard.”
“I really need to get that fixed, know a handyman?”
I brace my hands either side of her head, lifting up so I can see her. “The only man allowed in that bedroom, ma’am, is gonna be me.”
She bites down on her lip, wrapping her legs around my waist. “You know it.”
“Now let’s see what you got.”
She laughs. “You’re on top, let’s see whatyou’ve got.”
She doesn’t even finish that sentence as I pull out, then ram back in. “Jesus,’ I mutter. “So tight, baby.”
I can’t hold back, not this time. I need her so bad, and I need my release, but not before hers. A gentleman never—“Oh, my god!” she moans, cutting off my thoughts as her heels dig into my ass.
I pump my hips harder, brutally, as we fuck like the naughty little rabbits we are. Don’t get me wrong, we make love a lot, but we also like to get a little rough.
“Can’t hold on,” I grunt. “Fuck, baby.”
I still, releasing everything I have with a long, drawn out version of her name. We’re both a panting, sweaty mess as we try to catch our breaths.
“I’ll never tire of this,” she pants.
I kiss her chastely. “Is it wrong if we scoff our food so we can come back and I can eat this pussy out?”
“Jesus, Brett, you’re still in me.”
I chuckle against her pretty lips. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Concert tickets?” Jed claps his hands. “Right on!”
“Well, I couldn’t exactly leave you guys out. You’ve all put up with so much. It’s the least I can do,” I say.
We’re eating with George, Isabelle, Sadie and Zane, as well as Jed and Jo-Beth, plus Zane’s parents and Maisie. We get together a lot for these family dinners, and I don’t mind it one single bit.
“Jackson Hole?” George’s forehead wrinkles, then looks over at me mockingly. “Alpine Falls too good for you?”
