Page 52 of Nixon’s Promise

His mouth lowered, and with a long swipe of his tongue, he lapped up her cream. The taste of her shattered what was left of his control. He heard her groan before her hands fisted in his hair and her hips jerked. His scalp tingled and his cock pulsed. Jesus Christ, so damn hot.

He added two fingers, pumping them hard and fast. She bucked and squirmed pulling him closer, grinding her pussy, taking his fingers deeper.

“Oh my God,” she shouted when Nix latched onto her clit.

He couldn’t wait another second to get inside of her. He was up on his knees with his cock in his hand, guiding himself where he needed to be when he stopped. He squeezed the base and notched the head just at her slick entrance and waited.

McKenna opened her eyes, unfocused and soft as she stared at him. He could feel his cock twitching in his palm as he waited for permission.

A wicked smile played at her lips and Nixon surged forward. McKenna’s back arched off the bed and her head tipped back.

Hands down, the hottest thing Nix had ever seen.

He reached forward and yanked both cups of her bra down, exposing her plump tits, and his mouth watered. Her pretty, pink, erect nipples begged for attention. His gaze continued to eat up the soft planes of her stomach until it landed between her thighs. He yanked her closer until her ass was up off the bed with his cock lodged as far as she could take him. The sight was spectacular. All of her was. Every single inch of McKenna turned him on. He didn’t stand a chance. Not when he was fucking her, and certainly not when she turned her smile his way.

He was lost.

Lost in her.

Lost in the moment.

Hell, maybe even lost forever. And Nixon found he liked the idea. A lifetime of McKenna’s sweet-outside-of-the-bedroom, and her wild-in-it, wouldn’t be a hardship.

“Nixon, if you don’t hurry up and start fucking me, I won’t be responsible for what comes next.”

He really wanted to know what would come next, see if she’d make good on her threat. But he’d have to wait—her coarse demand shot through him like a bullet and he snapped.

He pulled back and drove in hard. McKenna ground down on him and her hand went to her tits and she pinched and plucked at her nipple.

Good Christ.

Unable to hold back, Nix unleashed and rode her hard. He had never felt such raw physical desire before. Seeing McKenna laid out before him, taking his cock, her head thrashing, eyes lust-drunk. It was incredible. Beyond compare.

Her moans filled the room and mingled with his grunts, until hers started to sound desperate. Her pussy quivered and convulsed around his cock. And finally, she shouted her release.

“Nixon!”

Chills raced down his spine and he once again looked down to watch. Her excitement and release coated his cock as it tunneled in and out. His balls drew up and as much as he wanted to fuck her harder, faster, until she orgasmed again, he couldn’t hold back.

She was too much.

The first rush of his release erupted and he stilled. Jet after jet of his come spurting into McKenna’s warm, willing body. And for the first time in his life he wished a child would’ve been a possibility. Twice he’d taken her without a condom. Twice he’d come inside of her. He vaguely wondered how effective her birth control was.

McKenna groaned when he pulled out and lowered her to the bed. Not bothering to clean either of them up, he laid down next to her and she turned to face him.

“Wow.”

He felt himself smile and mentally scratched asking her if he’d been too rough from the things he wanted to talk to her about.

Nixon brushed a lock of hair behind her ear and fought to find the words he was looking for. Finally he gave up and simply agreed.

“Yeah. Wow.”

He tangled his legs with hers and couldn’t stop himself from touching her. Running his hand down her arm, he twined their fingers together. McKenna squeezed his hand, but he didn’t feel it there, it shot straight to his chest. Just like after the first time he’d had her, he was shocked at the emotions their coupling had brought forth.

Lying with McKenna in her bed, staring into her eyes, he made a promise to himself. He’d stick around for as long as this lasted with her. And more than anything, he hoped it lasted a good long while.

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