A guttural groan rips from him—raw, primal—as his cock pulses, flooding my pussy with hot spurts of cum.
It overflows, trickling down my ass as he grinds through his release.
We stay tangled, his weight heavy and perfect on me.
His cock softens inside, plugging me full, breaths syncing as we catch air.
He doesn't pull out, and to be honest, I don't want him to.
After a long time he rolls to his side and pulls me with him.
My head on his chest. His arm across my waist.
His other hand in my hair, slow, tracking the same piece of hair from root to end and back.
Pops is going to find out by breakfast.
Ask me if I care.
CHAPTER NINE
Dakota
I wake up because Spur's mouth is on my inner thigh.
Hot, wet pressure traces upward, his beard scraping my skin in a delicious burn that pulls me from sleep.
Sunlight filters through the window, painting the bedroom in soft golds and pinks, the morning sky clear beyond the glass.
The quilt bunches around my waist, half kicked off in the night, leaving my legs splayed wide, exposed to him.
He's fresh from the shower—hair damp and tousled, droplets clinging to his broad shoulders.
Those black ink tattoos coil over his arms like shadows come alive, flexing as he grips my thigh, holding it open.
I blink down at him, heart stuttering. "What time is it?"
His eyes flick up, dark and hungry, lips glistening. "Doesn't matter."
He bites my hip softly, teeth sinking just enough to sting, then sucks the flesh into his mouth, marking me. "Gonna ravage you first."
A shiver races up my spine, pussy clenching with excitement.
His tongue flattens against my folds, lapping slow from entrance to clit.
I gasp, fingers twisting into the quilt beneath me.
He circles my clit with the tip of his tongue, deliberate laps that build pressure without mercy.
My hips twitch upward, seeking more, but his free hand splays flat on my belly, palm heavy and unyielding, pinning me to the mattress.
"Fuck, Spur," I moan, voice thick with sleep and need.
He doesn't answer with words—his mouth seals over my clit, sucking hard.
Tongue thrusts against it, flicking rapid then grinding broad strokes. Pleasure sparks, coiling tight in my core.
My thighs tremble, trying to clamp around his head, but he shoves them wider with his shoulders, elbows digging into the bed.
