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I want to be fucking her at every turn. When she’s dressing the salad, I want to come up behind her, pull down her pants, and bend her over the counter so that I can feel her hot pussy strangle my engorged cock. My poor cock has been suffering from the moment I met Gwen, wanting to possess her. Now that he’s had a taste of her goodness, he and I are obsessed.
From the way she wrinkles her nose when she doesn’t understand something to how she sticks out her tongue to catch the rain falling from the clouds, she’s enchanting. She was walking in the rain one morning, for no other reason than to walk in the rain. She twirled her umbrella like in an old movie, wearing a raincoat and rubber boots, taking her time. A lady who lives a few houses away was racing down the street with her daughter. She was rushing to get out of the rain. Gwen gave her umbrella to her without hesitation.
Gwen is pure kindness down to her soul.
It’s beautiful, and it also scares me to my very core. I know that ugliness exists. I see it every day. Bad guys are out there and anyone hurting my woman would shatter me to pieces. It was bad enough when she was just my neighbor. Now that she’s mine, I can’t lose her.
I toss those thoughts out of my mind and pick up the plate of cookies and melting ice cream, then go to collect my pretty prize.
Gwen looks like an angel from heaven sent down to drive me insane with lust. Her luscious brown hair is splayed out over the pillows, and the silhouette of her body is lit from the bedside lamp. Even under the crisp white sheet, she looks delicious.
I set the plate on the dresser. On the way to the bed, I unbutton my shirt, shrugging it off my shoulders and tossing it aside. I unlatch my belt, pull it off, and drop it on the chair. All the while, Gwen watches my every move.
I put my knee on the mattress and lean over her. My mouth closes over hers, and instinctively, she wraps her arms around my neck. I let her have this moment, moving my mouth sensuously over hers. When she lets out a soft mewl, my cock comes to attention. Keeping my lips on hers, I pull her arms from around my neck and place them above her head, holding them there as I ravage her mouth.
When I finally break our kiss, her eyes flutter open.
“You’re my good girl, in my bed, as I asked. Good girls get rewarded. For you to get yours, you need to keep your hands right where I put them. Can you do that for me?” I ask her.
She nods.
“I need words, my beautiful doe.”
“Yes.”
I kiss her lips lightly once more.
I let her hands go and trace my fingers down over the sheet, downward over her breasts, lingering over her nipples. Her stiff peaks are hard little pebbles as my fingers tease her taut nipple. She closes her eyes and writhes beneath the sheet from the simple touch of my hand.
As I lower the sheet, her exposed skin forms goose bumps from the coolness. She won’t be cold for long. I plan to make sure of that. I take a finger and dip it into the melting ice cream, swirling it over the tip of her breast. She shivers from the contact, then lets out an audible gasp as I close my mouth around her nipple.
“Caleb,” she whispers huskily.
“Hush, baby. I’m enjoying my dessert,” I murmur. I continue to lave her breast, then replenish the ice cream and suck greedily. I make sure to take my time with the other. Gwen’s skin turns a pretty pink, and she grows heated. I drizzle the ice cream across her belly and stop right above her mons. I flick out my tongue, sucking and licking it all up. Her fingers grip the pillow tightly. Her stomach clenches as I move lower and lower.
The sound of my zipper forces her eyes open. She looks to be in a dreamy, sexy haze, and I find that intoxicating. I drop my pants and take off my boxers before I climb onto the bed. With one hand on her ankle, I spread her legs nice and wide. I cock her knees.
I take the plate and let the cold cream fall between her legs onto her pussy. Gwen moans and arches her back.
“Stay still,” I command. I come between her thighs and lap up the sweet liquid between her legs. The cold, then warmth of my mouth sends tremors through her body. Gwen moans louder.
“Oh my,” she says breathlessly. I repeat the action, first the cold ice cream, then my mouth. She pants and mewls incoherently, and when I spread her pussy lips open and drop my mouth over her clit and suck, she nearly bucks off the bed. “No. No,” she cries, trying to move beneath me. With my hands clasped at her waist, she has nowhere to go. “Please.” She begs so prettily.
I insert two fingers into her tight pussy and pump in and out as I flick my tongue over her clit.
“Don’t stop,” she murmurs.
“Eyes to me,” I order. Gwen immediately locks her eyes on me. “Who do you belong to, baby?”
“You,” she whispers.
“Whose pussy is this?” I finger fuck her harder and faster.
Gwen gyrates her hips, matching my rhythm. When she doesn’t respond, I stop and slap her pussy lightly to get her attention.
“I asked you whose pussy this is,” I repeat. “I can stop right now and leave you needy and hungry for that orgasm you’re looking for.” I raise a brow as she gasps.
Gwen juts out her chin defiantly and says, “I’ll finish myself off. I have my own toy.”
