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“Alice?” I whisper, and she only hums in response. “This isn’t going to be sweet and gentle, all right?”
I shut my eyes, praying for an agreement, and she hums again. I pull her head to the side and lightly bite her shoulder, and she gasps.
“Fuck me, Simon,” she says.
I grab her waist, flipping her around so she’s lying on the couch, and I hover over her. I lean back to strip my shirt off as she shimmies hers up and over her head. We are ravenous, panting and grunting as we remove our tops at a record speed. I should slow down, but I’m not in control anymore. She controls me. Her body has me in a trance, hypnotized, and I don’t ever want to look away.
I watch her tits as they bounce slightly and then settle, still somehow round and perky, even as she lies on her back. I run a finger between them, and she shivers. She wiggles her shorts off, and I quickly stand, dropping my pants.
I jerk a little as her hand wraps around my dick, her thumb brushing the head, and I groan.
“Let’s get you ready for me,” she whispers, looking up at me before she sits up, licks her lips, and lowers her head to take me in.
She starts off slow, twirling her tongue around the tip before inching down further and further. It’s the sweetest kind of torture, and I have to control myself, so I don’t grab the back of her head and seat myself to the hilt. I let her take command—for now.
She wraps one hand around the base as she sucks me in deeper, and I don’t take my eyes away from the sight, wanting to experience it all. She glances up, her eyes meeting mine, and she smiles around my cock. In this moment, I would do anything she wanted me to.
“Okay, fuck,” I say, putting a hand on her shoulder as I lean over. “You have to stop if you want me to last.”
I said it had been a while.
She gets to her feet, licking her lips before planting them on mine, giving me a harsh kiss. I lean in, looping one arm behind her back and the other underneath her knees, sweeping her up.
“God, warn a person before doing that,” she shrieks with a laugh, but I don’t apologize because I’m not sorry.
I toss her on the bed, and she lets out another yell with a laugh as she bounces. I’m on top of her before she can move. The sight is even better than I imagined earlier.
“My turn,” I growl, and her eyes widen.
I’m not slowing down at all. I suck in one nipple as my finger swipes through her core. I find her wet but not as wet as I want her. I dip my head between her legs and lick, swirling my tongue around her clit as she writhes underneath me.
“I could eat you all day,” I tell her, pushing a finger inside.
I glance up at her, watching her throw her head back. The column of her neck is exposed, and I can see the side of it pulse with her heartbeat in the dim lamplight. It’s racing, just like mine. I’m doing this, selfishly giving in to what I want and not what’s best for us. What’s best for my small family. I’m making a mess of things, but I don’t care.
“I’d let you,” she says, reaching down to push my head back against her, and I chuckle.
I lick up her again, purposefully avoiding her clit as I push another finger in, pumping in and out. She moves her hips, trying to get my tongue where she wants it, but I don’t give in.
“Not yet,” I tell her, licking and sucking again.
“Simon Frederick Morrow,” she says.
I raise my head, narrowing my eyes. “Frederick?” I say.
She pins me with a glare. “I don’t know your middle name,” she says, “so I made one up. You make me come—right now.”
“Or what?” I can’t help but goad her.
“Ugh. I don’t know. I don’t have a punishment, but I’ll think of one once I get my brain back,” she says dramatically, throwing her arms above her.
“It’s Paul,” I say, clearing my throat. I can taste her on my lips, smell her with how close I am, but for some reason, I want her to know this detail about me.
“What?” she asks, rising up onto her elbows.
“My middle name is Paul.”
“Simon Paul Morrow,” she says, and I nod.
