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“Fuck!” I cried.
He sucked my clit into his mouth, his tongue rubbing lazily.
“Stop! Phil, I can’t!”
He kept going and going and going. My thighs were shuddering, my stomach muscles quivering from the intense sensations his mouth kept unleashing on me.
“Please, babe!” I cried, pulling his head back by his hair. The smoldering look from his eyes staring up at me from between my thighs was enough to make my stomach quiver without the tongue-lashing. “It’s too much.”
Slowly, he got to his feet and towered over me, my legs straightening until my heels rested on top of his shoulders, the tip of his cock lightly touching on my sopping swollen sex. His face and beard were glistening, and it was so hot that I nearly came from the sight of him.
“I want more,” he said.
Fuck, he can’t be serious.
“Put it in me,” I begged. “Please…I need you in me.”
His cock nudged between my wet lips, and he looked down. Chest hitching with his breath, he bit down on his lip and grasped my knees. He pulled his hips back, and his cock slid through my slit to touch at my opening. I watched as he pressed into me, and he moaned as he withdrew before sinking back in deep.
“Fuck me, you got the prettiest pussy,” he said, low and deep. His voice sent a tremor through me, and he smiled. “Is it my dirty talk or the sound of my voice?”
He kept his pace achingly slow, watching as his cock disappeared inside. His right hand slipped and rested on my pubic bone so that he could gently thumb my clit.
Panting, I replied, “Both. I could get off on your voice alone. But when you get your filth on—” My breath caught as he rotated his hips, grinding into me in a circular motion.
“You were saying?” He slowed his pace
“Don’t stop!” I cried.
“Nooo, that’s not what you were sayin’, Baby Girrrl.”
“Please!” I begged.
He rotated his hips again.
“Fuck!”
“I am fuckin’ you. You’re a right awesome fuck, too. You’re all tight and so fuckin’ wet.”
A dry sob escaped me. He was hitting his spot dead-on.
“What’s that? Didn’t quite catch that, Baby.”
“Harder!”
Instead, he wrapped my legs around his waist and hauled me up off the counter, my chest smacking into his. My arms snaked around his neck, and he palmed my ass, squeezing, as he lifted me off his cock before pushing me back down.
“Kiss me, Ke
I attacked his mouth as he fucked me standing, like it was no big thing, bouncing me up and down his awesome length, working me hard.
“You feel so good. Just so fuckin’ amazin’,” he told me.
He turned and braced me up against the wall, pumping hard, his mouth colliding with mine. He tasted so fine, so wonderful, his tongue pushing into my mouth, thrusting in time with his cock.
“I fuckin’ love how you taste. I love how you feel. I love how you sound. I can’t hardly breathe when you’re not around for me to look at. You’re fuckin’ everythin’ to me. You know that, don’t you?” He growled at me when I didn’t answer. “You know you’re my whole fuckin’ life. Tell me!”
“I-I know!” I gasped, feeling my eyes sting.
“I love you more than anyone or anythin’ else. Ain’t no one go
“I promise!” I cried out, my orgasm chasing through me. “Oh Go-o-od! Phil!” My head slammed back against the wall with a dull thud, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out with the pain.
His mouth, bruising and invading, punished mine. Fingers dug into my flesh, wanting to leave their sore marks behind so that I would feel him later. His impending roar built up inside his chest. I felt it rumbling like thunder off in the distance. Cock swelling, going rigid just before he came, he violently stabbed into me, desperate to reach something deeper.
“Fuck!” he bellowed, making my ears ring. His whole body pi
I slid down the wall as his knees gave out from underneath him, and he gathered me into his chest, holding me tight, pressing light sweet kisses all over my face, my hair. A huge hand smoothed over and cradled the back of my head.
“You all right?” he panted. “You knocked your head pretty fuckin’ hard there.”
“I’m good,” I replied, fighting for my own breath.
Sitting back on his heels, he held me, not attempting to move us off the floor. I sank into him, resting my head on his shoulder, breathing in the scent of him.
“Is it bad of me that I wish we were home, lyin’ in our own bed, with nothin’ better to do than each other?”
That made me giggle. “No. I want it, too.”
His cheek bunched up against my forehead as he smiled. “I fuckin’ love it when you laugh.”
Phil
After she fell asleep, I flipped on the light next to the bed, turned it to a low setting, and just watched her. Ke
I wasn’t stupid. I knew what had done it to her.
Brigid.
Going after Devon had been the wrong thing to do. I knew that. But the thought of him beating on Brigid…
What the fuck is wrong with that guy? Seriously, what did I do to him that was so fucked up that he had to take it out on women I cared about?
He’d gotten to my Baby Girl, too, but not in any way I should be jealous about. Fuck that. I was insanely jealous of whatever was between them, platonic or otherwise. Ke
All right, a lot insane.
I knew that the real reason she found him attractive was because of his talent. She saw the shining beauty of it, blinded to the rest of his black fucking soul. If she had seen Camryn, busted up and bloody…
So, what is he doing with Brigid?
Jealousy hadn’t made me throw Devon up against the wall. I had been pissed that he might be hurting Brigid. There was nothing wrong with that. Brigid had been my girlfriend once, and I knew what that fucker was capable of.
Looking at Ke
When Ke
“You’re in a league of your own.”
Who the fuck does he think he is, telling my Baby Girl shit like that?
When he had touched her, taken her hand and placed it over his heart, I’d nearly lost my shit. Only Ke
Ke