“This second I need her. But then I need to spend tonight with you,” I murmured to Brennan, giving him a kiss. “I might want some food later.”
“Evan, I’m not a sack of potatoes.” Grace kicked her bare feet. I tightened my grip.
“Be good for Evan, Little Butterfly.” Brennan patted her ass.
I carried her straight up the backstairs.
“Evan, are you okay?” Wes intercepted me.
“I’m okay. I just need some peaches.” Leaning in, I kissed him.
“Okay. My room?” He offered.
“I want some alone time, but I’ll let you know if I need backup.” I squeezed her ass.
Grace laughed. “I’m right here.”
“Have fun.” Wes kissed her, too.
Running up the stairs, I took her straight into my bedroom. I tossed her onto the bed and pounced on her.
Really, I couldn’t explain it. But I needed my Princess Peaches under me. I needed to fuck her hard while she screamed my name.
My mouth sealed over hers as I kissed her, hard, pinning her to the bed. Her legs wrapped around me as she kissed me back.
“You’re okay, Evan. You’re home and safe, and I’m right here,” she assured.
“Good. Because I’m going to fuck you.” I kissed her again.
“Yes, sir.” She grinned.
“I even got us a new toy to play with,” I told her, attacking her neck with kisses as I tried to get her dress off.
She rolled out of my grasp and pulled her dress over her head and tossed it some place. My room, as usual, was a bit of a disaster. Were those Jett’s boxers on the lamp?
Yes, yes, they were.
“No bra?” I helped myself to a mouthful, pushing her back down onto my bed.
Grace groaned as she stripped off her panties. “I don’t like wearing bras around the house. They’re uncomfortable. No one will mind, right?”
“Um, no. Feel free to go braless. If anyone complains, just start going topless.” I gave the other one some attention so it wouldn’t get jealous. We couldn’t have sad breasts now, could we?
Satisfied that she was naked, I pulled off my clothes, then dive-bombed her. Holding her thighs open, I gave her sweet pussy a long lick.
“Mmmm,” she sighed.
I lapped at her and sucked her clit, teasing her until her body bucked.
“That was delicious. Please, sir, may I have your cock now?” She blinked at me in that cute way of hers.
“It’s all yours. Want to try? I got this just for you.” I got the new toy out of the nightstand and held it up.
She eyed the hot pink, sparkly contraption curiously. “What is it?”
“It simulates a lady alpha’s lock. They have a special set of muscles that clamp down on my dick and hold me tight. This toy mimics it.” I got the remote and handed it to her. “This is the remote. So, when I beg you to lock me, you push the button, it locks me, and then gradually lets go. It’s a shorter time period than a knot deflating.”
“Is there a kill switch so that if I strangle your dick wrong, I can stop it?”
