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“Yes, Grant. Yes. I’m cumming. I’m cumming. I’m-“
I rose up as her pussy clamped around my dick. My toes curled, and my legs shook as her body quaked against mine. Her juices slid down my balls as I picked her up, stumbling back into the door before I corrected my stance. I walked us into her living room as she grew limp against me, then fell into the couch with her body.
I pinned her arms above her head and sucked on her lower lip, dragging my teeth across her luscious pout.
Her eyes were half-hooded with pleasure, and my veins were bulging to life. My cock grew against her, prying her open as she spread her legs for me. Her thighs jiggled with each thrust as I pounded into her at lightning speed. Snapping my hips against hers and spraying my skin with our scent. Her jaw was unhinged in silent pleasure, and I caught one of her jumping tits between my teeth. I tugged playfully at it, listening as she groaned and whimpered in my wake.
I’d had years to think about this. About how I would cherish her body if I ever got the chance. And I wasn’t stopping after one or two measly orgasms. This woman had been through hell and back. I’d lost her once, and I wasn’t giving up the chance to have her underneath me. She squirmed with a delightfully scrunched-up face as her lips puckered. I could feel her pussy vibrating out of control. Her legs slid up the backs of mine as I laced our fingers together, pinning her to the couch as sweat dripped from my brow.
I planted my face into the crook of her neck, kissing and nibbling on her skin. Goosebumps rose against my lips. My nose. My forehead. She broke out in them as her body tensed. Her legs locked around me, pulling me even deeper into her. I felt her swollen clit poking out from between those soaked folds of hers. Seeking any type of friction it could. She bucked against me, raising her hips to smack against mine, meeting me thrust for thrust. Theresa was wild. Raw. Full of pent-up sexual energy. That asshole ex of hers didn’t know how to treat a woman like her in bed.
But I did.
I’d known for years how I’d treat Theresa in bed.
I rutted against her, grinding into her clit as she gasped. Over and over again, while her skin reddened in front of my eyes. She shook. Bobbed. Weaved. Darted around as her hands clamped down onto mine. My knees dug into the soaked mattress as beads of sweat dripped onto her chest. I watched them roll down the valley of her tits and find their death along the sweet dip in her waist.
“Grant. I… it’s… please…”
“Cum around me, Theresa,” I said hotly. “Take what you want.”
“Grant!”
Her back arched and her legs pulled taut as my lips crashed down onto hers. I swallowed every moan. Every grunt. Every whimper of ecstasy that peeled from her throat. Her tits pressed into me and I released her hands, feeling the way she automatically clung to me. Her nails dug into my back as my arm slid underneath her body, holding her close to me. Her pussy milked my dick. Sucked every ounce of cum I had to give her again as my body quivered. I pumped into her, painting her walls with my mark as she gasped for air in the crook of my neck.
Fuck. She smelled like me. And that was the most glorious present I could’ve ever received.
I couldn’t remember falling asleep. The sun flooding through the windows of the living room woke me up. There were blankets and pillows piled up on the floor and something warm and soft in my arms. I forced my eyes open and saw Theresa tangled around me, her head against my chest and her juicy leg slung over my hips. She was smiling slightly in her sleep, and my head was pounding with the need for water.
I couldn't believe I’d done it.
I’d lost control with her. Hell, I lost all my fucking control around her. The only thing that kept the barrier between us last night had been the fact that she had been drunk. But when she kissed me, I could feel it. I knew she hadn’t been drunk then. And I also couldn’t allow her to leave my side without her knowing how much I’d wanted her.
A quick kiss, that was what it was supposed to be. But when she looked at me and told me she wasn’t drunk, the animal inside of me burst forth. Every single teenage dream. Every single fucking time I woke up and my cock was leaking because of her, and I got to indulge it. To take what had always been mine and show Theresa how a real man treated his woman.
And even though it was good—and it was crazy fucking good—I had to go. I couldn't stay here much longer because things were going to become very awkward. And the last thing I needed was Hollis asking questions about last night. I was sure as hell him and Jane had fucked, which meant he would be wondering how his sister got home last night.
And the real answer to that question was not the one I needed on the tip of my tongue.
I slid from her arms and watched her curl around the blankets. She snuggled into my pillow, and I watched her breathe in my scent. I forced myself to turn away from her. I forced myself to stop trailing my eyes along her luscious curves. I went in search of my clothes and pulled my pants on, but my heart stopped when a knock came at the door.
Fuck, was that Hollis coming to check on his sister?
I looked over at Theresa, but she didn’t move. She’d always been a heavy sleeper, so it didn’t shock me that the sound didn’t wake her. But when the knock came again, it was heavier that time.
And I knew then and there it wasn’t Hollis.
I listened as a key was slipped into the door. I zipped up my pants and reached for the doorknob, then pulled it open. Ike stood in front of me with a completely dumbfounded look on his face.
“Who the fuck are you?” Ike asked.
“None of your goddamn business. What are you doing here?” I asked.
I sized the man up, and I saw his gaze drifting over my tattoos. I stood at least five inches taller than him and outweighed him by a good sixty pounds. I could see him realize he wouldn’t be able to take me physically. Then, he opened his fucking mouth and began to yell.
“Theresa! Where the hell are you?”
“Keep your voice down, people are sleeping,” I said.
