I moan and press back into him, scrubbing the head of his thick cock against that spot in the back that gets me every time. “I don’t think so.”
Voice rough and ragged, he catches his hand in my hair and tugs lightly as he says, “You’re going to lose. Sorry.”
For a brief second, I’m nervous. He sounds so close. I really didn’t think he’d win.
I’m pretty close myself and I have so many hormones rushing through me. That has to count for something. That’s why I offered the game. There’s no way in hell I’m letting him name the baby. We’d end up with kids named after trucks or whiskey brands.
“Do you love this little pussy?” I moan, twisting my ass in circles as he thrusts.
“You’re cheating,” he groans, his hands gripping tighter on my hips. “No dirty talk.”
“But… I need you’re come, sir. I need it dripping and sticky. I need you to make me lick it—”
“Fuck,” he growls. “You stop it right now, or I’ll flip you over and spank that little ass until you come.”
There’s something feral in his voice when he gets like this. Something animalistic that sends me over the edge.
My hips grind back, my stomach clenches, and I begin to shake, my pussy clenching down on his cock as the sound of a car door slamming rivals my echoing moan.
“Fuck,” Silas groans, pausing for a second as though he’s thinking over the implications of continuing to thrust.
This is our first big get-together. We don’t know if people will be coming through the front door or if they’ll just walk around back. Heck, we don’t even know who’s just pulled in. It could be anyone.My parents. His brothers. Adam.
“I can’t stop,” he growls, thrusting faster and harder.
My pulse leaps in my veins, my pussy still clenching down on his thickness as he pumps in and out, hard and fast, desperate to come.
As the doorbell rings, his thighs tighten behind me and he grips me tighter, growling out in my ear as he empties his balls inside of me.
“Fuck!”
I’m dizzy, delirious, and hot in the mid-morning sun as he fills me up, his fingertips pressing into my hips with hard pressure.
The doorbell rings again.
“These people are persistent,” he groans, pulling his sopping cock from my tired, little pussy. “You better clean up the evidence.” He nods down at his waiting dick that’s covered in my sticky white cream.
My pussy tightens again as he barks out his command. It’s a requirement of our lovemaking that he strictly enforces, and usually, it starts the cycle all over again.
There’s nothing I love more than this man.
Bending onto the edge of the patio chair, I lean forward and suck his sopping cock clean, twisting my tongue, tasting us both, sucking hard and fast before our company comes barreling through the door any second.
“Fuck.” He taps me on the head. “Get the last of it, angel. We’ve gotta move.”
I lick him balls to tip one final time and sit up, already grinning as I readjust my dress.
“What’s that look about?”
I shrug and slide open the patio door. “I won the bet. I came first, and now I get to name the baby.”
“Oh, please.” He squeezes my ass as we walk toward the door. “I was holding back the whole time. You didn’t think through your bet.”
I shake my head and tip up onto my toes, kissing his lips gently. “Well, thank you for saving me from myself.”
He grips my waist and pulls me tightly as he kisses the top of my head, his tone playful as he says, “Of course, sweet girl. Anytime.”
The words settle over me like a warm blanket, and I’m still smiling as I smooth my hair down, trying not to look like we were outside fucking a second ago.
