Page 166 of Bad Run

“Then don’t pull out,” I hiss, trailing my nails over his shoulder and down his chest.

“You want my cock to live inside your pussy? To never leave? To fuck you all day every day? To make you come over and over until I fill you with every drop of my cum?”

I want to drown in the filthy rumble of his voice.

“Yes. All of it,” I pant. Our water slick bodies move in tandem, working together to allow his cock to fill me. Harder. Faster. Deeper.

Water lapping, bodies slapping, and groans of pleasure fill the air.

“Fuck, I’m close. Get there, baby. Come with me.” Lance swivels his hips, hitting that magical spot inside me.

“Oh, yes … right there, Lance.” He places his thumb on my clit and buries his cock as deep as he can, pushing me closer to the edge. “Don’t stop.” One, two, three more strokes, and my pussy clamps down around him, every muscle in my body contracting. “I-I’m there. Oh—”

The rest of my thoughts disappear like smoke in the wind as I shatter, my orgasm burning through me like a raging fire. Satisfaction and relief flood my system, rippling from my core to the top of my head and to the tips of my fingers and toes.

As if he were waiting for me, Lance finally lets go and his orgasm bursts out of him. His hard muscles twitch beneath my palms as he comes. My pussy flutters around his cock as it pulses inside me, filling me with thick hot cum.

The pounding of my heart in my ears fades, replaced by our ragged breaths and the soothing splash of water.

Never have I ever experienced anything as amazing as us. Lance and I together are perfect. Two pieces of the same puzzle.

“Fuck, that was amazing. We’re amazing,” Lance amends, mirroring my thoughts.

My cheeks hurt from the huge smile filling my face, and I can’t stop the giggle that pops out of me.

My butt hits the cool, hard stone as Lance pulls his cock out from my body and places me on the edge of the pool. He steps between my legs and pushes the drenched curls clinging to my face behind my ears. “Should I be worried that you’re laughing after sex?”

He grins as I run my fingers through his wet hair.

“No. You just repeated something I said in my head.”

“I like that. Great minds …” He winks, then leans forward to pepper my neck with kisses.

I fall back on my hands to gaze up at Lance’s handsome face.

There’s been something on my mind, and since my man is all satisfied, with a dopey, sex-drugged look on his face, now is the perfect time to bring it up.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Always.” Lance smirks as he places his hands on my hips and brings his face to mine, planting a peck on my nose.

“What’s in the pool house?” His smile falters, and a guilty look flashes across his face. Guilt, maybe? “Lancelot Henry Tayor, what are you hiding in the pool house?”

He shakes himself free from shock, and I can almost see him place his cool mask on. “Nothing. I told you. It’s my gym.”

“Then why don’t you use it?”

“Because I only use it during the off-season.” He’s too quick with his answer, and I can’t help thinking he’s hiding something.

“Makes sense,” I admit, giving him a false sense of security. “Thank you for being honest.”

I lean forward and kiss him, shoving my tongue into his mouth as I reach for his cock, stroking the blood back into it. When he’s hard and thrusting into my hand, I pull back and jump to my feet, hot cum dripping down my thighs.

Lance watches, torn between possessively staring at the cum leaking from between my legs and deciphering my next move.

“I know you’re hiding something in there, and I want to know what it is.”

“Gwen,” Lance warns, reaching for me.