Page 11 of Smokey


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"Fuck, baby, you’re tight," I rasp against her clit before sucking it again.

She’s so fucking tight that, if she didn't have a daughter, I'd believe she was a virgin.

I curl my fingers inside her then gently thrust them as my suction intensifies on her clit. Her body convulses beneath me as I nip her clit. She screams my name as fluid gushes into my mouth, making me groan.

She tastes fucking divine.

I don't stop my assault on the clit or my fingers inside her tight, wet heat until I've rung her orgasm out of her. Once she’s done, I kiss her clit one more time.

Slowly, I remove my fingers, making eye contact with my girl's lust-filled eyes before sucking the digits into my mouth, groaning. I bend down and kiss up my girl's body. I take a nipple into my mouth, nipping it before circling my tongue around the small peak, and then I continue kissing up her neck, nipping her jaw before taking her mouth with mine, letting her taste herself.

I glide my hands up her arms before linking our fingers, pushing them into the mattress as I place the head of my cock at her entrance. I feel her stiffen, but I just think it's because of the piercing, so I kiss her more gently before slowly sliding inside her.

Her cunt tightens hard around me, and I have to go slowly in fear that I’ll come too quickly.

She gasps, and I groan as I bottom out, staying still for a few seconds to let her get used to my size. When she wiggles, I break the kiss and lock eyes with her but keep our lips just touching. I slowly move my hips back and then slam them forward. She moans, squeezing my hands as pleasure overtakes her features. I take her lips again, obsessed with them.

I move my hips with purpose, thrusting slowly but forcefully, making love to a woman who has stolen my heart. I tilt my hips, making sure to hit that magic spot, my Prince Albert rubbing against her, giving her more pleasure as our hands squeeze tighter. I can feel my spine tingle as her cunt tightens and flutters around my cock, making my hips go faster, our kiss becoming more frenzied. Her hand squeezes even tighter against mine as her orgasm washes over her for the second time, fluid gushing between us as I steal her screams, swallowing them as she swallows my groan. My balls tighten just before my cum squirts inside her, painting her walls. Once I know I've completely emptied myself inside, I thrust forward, planting myself deep, enjoying her warmth. I slow our kiss to gentle pecks.

I squeeze her fingers, gently rubbing my nose against hers.

"You do know," I rasp, "I brought you here for a meal, but I'm not complaining."

She giggles, and I groan as she flutters around me, making her giggle more. I lean forward, nip her jaw, and whisper, "Mean woman," making her grin. I kiss her again, not able to help myself. Every day, I have woven myself into her life, unwilling to let her get away.

Her and that little girl of hers, they're mine. I knew it the moment we locked eyes, and I understand it now; they're becoming my sole focus.

“You hungry, baby?"

She smiles and nods, her stomach grumbling, making me chuckle. I slowly slide out of her, making her gasp. I kiss her again before climbing off her, grabbing the tissues from the nightstand, then cleaning her up. She sucks in a breath at my attentions. I smile at her before throwing the tissue in the trash near the bed. I help her up, then grab the shirt I was wearing, placing it over her head. She grins wide as I put my jeans back on, leaving my feet and chest bare.

Olivia looks at me with a softness that makes my heart pound, and I smile as I wrap my arm around her waist. I guide her downstairs to, hopefully soon, our kitchen. I help her sit at the kitchen counter before grabbing a couple of plates and a drink and place them in front of my girl. Then I don oven mitts and grab the lasagna from the oven. Olivia groans at the smell, making my cock twitch. I place the baking dish in front of her.

I pick the spatula up and point it at her. "No moaning at food my brother cooked for us."

She giggles. "Then maybe you should have cooked it."

I shake my head with a laugh as I start to dish up, placing some on a plate in front of her. She begins to dig in, making me grin pridefully.

My front door opens, and I groan at my mother's voice. Olivia's eyes widen; she’s only wearing my shirt. She tries to pull it down to cover herself completely, then pats her curly hair. I shake my head, dropping my chin to my chest.

Fucking mother.

"Are you both decent?" Momma calls out. "You kept this girl away from me for three months, son, I'm not waiting any longer, and I expect to meet that angel soon, too."

Livvy snorts before taking a drink of the soda I placed by her plate as my mother rounds the corner. I raise a brow at her, but she just shrugs, her brown eyes instantly going to my girl.

She looks at her from head to toe, making me narrow my eyes as Livvy squirms in her seat.

"Momma…" I warn, but she waves me off before rounding the counter and taking my girl into her arms. Livvy’s eyes widened in shock, making me cough to cover my snort.

"Momma, let my girl go so she can eat, please."

Momma looks at me and narrows her eyes again, but does as I say. She looks at the lasagna, and then at me. Her eyes widen, her puppy dog look coming into full effect, making me groan while my girl outright laughs, then grabs the spatula and dishes some up on my plate for my momma.

Dammit.

I playfully narrow my eyes at my girl before grabbing another plate while my mother grins wide and states, "Don't worry, son. I'll just eat this quickly, then leave you two to it, as long as you promise to bring April to be her future grandma tomorrow."

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