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“Good girl,” I praise her. “Now swallow around my cock.”
She buries my length in her throat, swallowing around me, and I groan, my eyes rolling back in my head as she does it again.
“Such a good fucking girl,” I moan, and she grins up at me. “Now I need that pussy of yours. Is it wet for me?”
“Uh-huh,” she says, giving me a sly smirk.
I reach down, lifting her up into my arms, and she goes willingly, wrapping her legs around my waist as I press her back against the shower wall.
My cock finds her snug hole, and we both cry out as I thrust inside her snug hole.
“Fuck, baby. Did you miss me?” I ask, and she nods.
“So much. So, so much,” she moans as I start to pound into her.
I can feel my orgasm starting to build inside of me, and I know that I won’t be able to hold off for much longer.
“Come inside me. I want to feel it, Anson,” she purrs, and I grit my teeth.
“You want my come, baby?” I ask her, and she nods as I bounce her on my cock.
Her big tits are bouncing in my face, and I wish that I had laid her down so that I could suck on her nipples while I fuck her.
“Then beg me,” I order her.
“Please, Anson. I need it. Come inside of me. Fill me up. I want to feel your come dripping out of me all day.”
With those sultry words whispered in my ear, I can’t hold back any longer, and I give us what we both want, coming deep inside of her.
I come all over the shower wall and my hands, and I blink my eyes open, the daydream of Lottie and me disappearing.
My heart drops, and my whole body sags as the orgasm fades, and I’m left feeling cold and alone.
This is bad.
This is really bad.
I’m getting more and more obsessed with my girl.
I wonder when I’m finally going to snap.
THREE
Lottie
“Areyou sure that you don’t want me to grab one of those?” I ask Anson as we carry the groceries up the stairs to our apartment.
He has about ten bags in his hands, while I only have two. I tried to take more from the trunk, but he wouldn’t let me. Still, I feel bad watching him carry everything.
“I’ve got it. You just get the door,” he says, and I roll my eyes as I jog up the stairs, digging my keys out of my purse.
I let us in, and Anson dumps the groceries onto the kitchen counter. I catch him yawning and smile. I knew he was tired, but it’s nice that he still went with me to run errands.
“Why don’t you go take a nap or something while I make us dinner?”
“I can help you cook,” he offers, but he smothers another yawn when he says that.
“I’ve got it. I wanted to do this for you anyway. Don’t ruin it for me.”
