Her legs quaked as she moved to get on top of my dick, facing me. It took everything in me not to push my cock all the way into her.
I watched as her face twisted in pleasure as she slid downwards onto me. Heat rushed to my stomach as she let me fill her, moans escaping.
“Bigger than what you’re used to?” I teased, though I knew Beckett and I were identical twins in a lot of ways.
“Shut up,” she said, looking down at me. She was beautiful, even as she was taking control of me. Her curls were wild, hanging over her beautifully large breasts. My hand traveled up her thick thighs, taking in her toned stomach. Her body was covered with piercings and tattoos, though all of them weren’t done the best, it suited her. “Be a good boy for me?”
My tongue wet my lips as I thought about all the things, I could do to her right now or what she would do to me. I tasted her on my lips, making me moan a bit.
She took control of me, sliding me in and out of her. My cock twitched, and I gripped her waist. I was dangerously close, wanting to fill her with my cum. My eyes closed and my head rocked back.
“Good boy. Hold that cum for me,” she said, reaching up and gripping my throat.
Dear God.
She began bouncing faster, moaning and drawing my attention. I watched her, eyes glued to her swaying breasts. My balls tightened, and whimpers left my throat.
She choked me tightly, warning me. I kept quiet, letting her take me. I loved seeing her in control, though outside of bed, she would never be in control. Her cries heightened, and I smirked. I’d been hearing her fuck the others; now it was my turn.
I sat up, pushing my hips out. Lust clouded my brain as I felt my peak getting closer. She wrapped herself around me, pussy tightening around my cock. Whimpers escaped as I dug my fingers into her skin.
“Right there,” I begged, feeling my cock swell and balls tighten.
“Beg for me not to stop, Briar.”
I cursed, bucking my hips. “God. Fuck, please don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” I moaned pathetically, allowing her all the control and to claim me. She didn’t stop, but I wouldn’t shut up.
My cum exploded into her, cock twitched with each rope of cum. I held her close to me as she used me to seek her high and hit it.
She cried into my neck, nails digging into my back. Her pussy tightened around me, milking me for all I was worth.
12
Cozen
I watched Psalm through the window of the gym. She was there alone, fighting with both working hands. With the amount of money Kier paid me, I was able to give her something that I’d never made for anyone. Slowly, I pushed inside, seeing her body perk up. It was subtly to let me know she knew I was here.
“Want a partner, P?” I called out, my voice echoing in the room.
She looked over her shoulder at me, strands of hair falling in her face. Since we were kids, she has changed, and so have I. “Are you sure? I think your expertise is in metal work, not feet work.”
I scoffed, reaching for the hem of my shirt. In one swift moment, it was off, thrown to the side, and left behind when I walked to her.
Her dark eyes faltered, running over my toned body before returning to my face. She didn’t blush like she would have as a kid. She just met my eyes.
“I live with Viper, so we both know I’m more skilled than you now,” I explained, and it was true. I trained every day, whether it was before or after work; Viper worked with me.
“I have been taking down vampires and—”
“I’m not a vampire, Sal,” I said when I was in front of her.
She chuckled, wiping the sweat off of her forehead. “I get that, but I’m skilled in a different way.”
I shrugged. “We haven’t spared since…”
Sal laughed. “It’s been that long.”
I met her eyes. “It has…” We stared at each other, and I took each golden speck of her dark eyes.