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“I’m ready—” Choking out the declaration, I ground my teeth as the intensity of his stare shot straight to my core. Shivering from the waves of pleasure that flooded my veins, my ass tightened under his palms as just his attention alone sent me over the edge. “Anthony-y-y-y…”
Straining against my restraints, I craned my neck as my muscles cramped tightly, but the pain of it was lost under the sheer ecstasy Anthony forced on me. Rough, chapped lips brushed my throbbing clit, and I buckled as my body became too much for my skin. Callused fingertips circled my entrance, and he held my ass with his other hand to slowly, sweetly, delve into my depths.
“Oh- oh-h-h-h… fuck… fuck… yes-s-s!” Anthony’s knuckles buried in my folds, tongue swirled around my clit as his grumbles and grunts reverberated up my spine. My walls tightened, undulating against his long, thick digits, and my orgasm only intensified until I could feel it in my abs. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—”
“Let go, Hailey—I got you, babe.” Throwing my head back, I shook wildly and colorful spots popped like fireworks in the abyss behind my eyelids. Anthony’s heavy demand—his promise—resonated with my very bones as they trembled inside tense cocoons of muscle, and he twisted his fingers with a sharp jerk.
My jaw dropped, but all that escaped was a strangled choke, and even it wasn’t strong enough to rise above the blood pounding against my eardrums.
Even as Anthony’s mouth left my core after just a tease, he stroked my inner walls as they seeped the rapture of his attention. The zip of his jeans bounced around inside my skull, and a needy gasp scraped the back of my throat.
Quivering violently, the expectation alone was enough to roll my eyes in their sockets, and the head of his cock swiped along my slit to leave burn marks in its wake.
My lungs throbbed desperately for air, but I couldn’t force them to expand, and Anthony tightened his grip on my ass in preparation. His lips captured mine, free hand tangling in my hair, and he slowly, tenderly thrust into my channel. Moaning breathlessly, my sound mingled with his groan, and he tightened his grip on my scalp when his hips hit mine. The sting of his cock stretching my walls only added to the pleasure that washed through me, and cold prickles surged up my torso all the way to the base of my neck.
This was so different than just yesterday; the dominating roughness with which Anthony had brutalized me was almost completely absent. He was careful, thinking of exactly how to move beforehand, and each kiss of his flesh to mine was sweet and considerate. This past weekend, he focused on my pleasure but administered it his way.
Now, though, he kept his word—he made love to me my way. I desperately wanted to know if that fed the savage beast in him even a little bit; maybe it was the same for him as it was for me.
Exiting my channel, Anthony gasped down my throat as his tongue pushed past my teeth, and I spasmed with a violent jerk. He set a firm pace, the head of his cock pressing insistently against my cervix, and his steady thrusts flung me over the edge and
into an abyssal vortex of pure, white bliss.
Anthony’s taste coated my tongue as his tangled with it, and I swayed slightly, with each thrust of his hips. Plowing through my aching entrance, his cock caressed my walls as they tightened sharply only to release in quivering exhaustion.
But Anthony couldn’t maintain such a slow, soft pace, and his nails digging into my ass caused warning bells to bang against my skull. His kiss turned harsh, teeth dragging along my bottom lip, and his hand in my hair pulled at the strands as it slid to wrap around the right side of my face. My heart rate jolted into overdrive, and I managed a shallow, hot breath before his thumb held down my tongue.
“I have to… I have to… to—” Tilting my hips at Anthony’s unsteady stuttering, I sucked heavily on his thumb as thrill mixed with the profound trust in my chest to create a maelstrom of violent perfection.
This is it—the unparalleled bond of a pair in absolute sync.
Taking my obvious hint, Anthony pulled back only to snap his hips roughly, and the slap of his skin against mine speared my brain. My pleasured shriek muffled from his thumb, and he shoved the digit down my throat as his animal burst free.
Choking harshly, I jerked and flexed against my binds, and my fingernails clawed frantically at the tops of my feet. Muscle cramps shot down my thigh and up my calf, and I clamped down on his cock even as he forced himself in.
“Shit… shit… s-s-shi-i-it! Hai- Hailey—” Grinding the words finely through his teeth, Anthony gasped and sputtered between thrusts, and my head fell back as my orgasm ripped through me. The powerful spasms only intensified the pain in my leg, but even then, it wasn’t more than a tickle compared to the ecstasy that swamped my mind.
Retreating from my channel with a jerk, Anthony ground against my belly, and sweat eased the friction. Hot, thick ropes of cum shot up to cling to the underside of my soaking wet bra, and I moaned weakly as his shaft rippled and pulsed against my flesh. Panting harshly to deepen the cracks on my lips, he pressed his forehead against my chin, and my tongue tingled as his thumb slipped out of my mouth.
Chapter 22
Anthony
“Here you go, babe.” Handing Hailey the remote control to the television, I carefully lifted her legs to sit underneath them. Her body was still covered in goosebumps, trembling even as she languished on the couch with Antonya on her breast.
Propping her calves on my lap, my fingers itched to wrap around her muscles and ease them of the sharp twisting and spasming that dented her smooth skin. Supposedly, the cramp didn’t hurt, but it surely looked like it did, and I frowned slightly as the News droned in my ears.
“Is the pork loin in the oven, I didn’t hear the beep…” Smiling at the heavy slur her words rode, I nodded as Hailey dropped her head against the armrest out of the corner of my eye. Massaging her leg, tingles shot up my arm when her foot twitched, and butterflies swarmed my chest.
She didn’t act this way after the last few times we’d had sex; sure, she was tired—she was satisfied—but she never exuded this serenity.
“Yeah, babe, it’s in. That’s why I got up. How’s Antonya?” My question only earned me a soft groan, and my smile widened as I glanced up Hailey’s body. The breast held back by her fresh bra already leaked through the fabric, and amusement filled my chest. She had a doctor’s appointment at the hospital to be approved to donate her milk, but she was still struggling. Even if she pumped beforehand, our sexual escapades left her soaked, but the notion wasn’t disgusting at all to me.
I wasn’t going to mess with her breasts, though. I’d learned that on Friday that they could turn her into a pain-riddled mess in less than the time it took to blink.
“My nipple feels like it’s going to fall off. It hurts.” The peacefulness of early evening permeated the living room, and Hailey lifted her head to glance down at Antonya. “I don’t mind it so much, I don’t think.”
“Yeah.” Offering a non-committal response, I turned my attention back to her leg to find Hailey’s cramp easing up some. We’d showered quickly, but there wasn’t much time between then and when Antonya began to stir. Our daughter stayed awake for a half hour or so before latching onto Hailey’s chest, and I’d carried her around for a majority of that time, so Hailey could relax.
