Page 86 of The Torment of Two

The only problem is she still hasn’t met my dads. They have been busy with work. We’ve been tirelessly chipping away on our project, too. It’s all an excuse, though. I’m nervous for this meeting and the more I fall for Gemma, the more I worry about it going badly. But I’ll be put out of my misery soon enough as Dad chewed me out this morning before he went to work, telling me I better bring her by this weekend or else he was going to have a fit.

“Are they here?” I ask again, gaze roving down Gemma’s front, shoving away thoughts of my dads and how their meeting with her will go. “I need to know if I’m fucking you here or on the way to the workshop.”

She grabs my hand, hauling me into the house. “They’ll be back soon. You have to make it quick.”

Not needing to be told twice, I prowl toward my sexy girlfriend, yanking at my belt. She lifts up her black dress and shimmies her panties down her thighs before kicking them away. Then, with a coy smile, she bends over the back of the sofa.

Fuck me.

God, she’s hot.

I give her bare ass a quick smack that has her yelping and then shove my slacks and boxers down my legs. Our first time we used a condom, but since she’s on birth control and we’re both negative for STIs, we’ve resorted to going bare.

And holy shit does it feel good to be bare inside her.

“Pull out when you come,” she instructs, wriggling her ass at me. “I don’t want cum running out of me the whole event.”

I think knowing my cum is leaking out of her while we schmooze with other restoration enthusiasts sounds like a pretty fun idea. However, I’d probably never be able to get rid of my hard-on knowing that. Best we clean it up before we go. Definitely going to happen another time, though.

“Hurry,” she says, tone turning bossy.

I hate how every time we’re together has to be in a rush. One day, I’m going to spend hours laid up in bed with her, learning every curve and freckle.

“You don’t want me to feast on this first?” I ask, running a fingertip along her slit.

She shudders and lets out a mewl. “After the event. Just fuck me, Two. We don’t have time to argue.”

I swat her cute ass again because she deserves it.

“Fine. If you start crying, it’s not my fault. You asked for this.”

She flips me off over her shoulder and I crack a grin. Despite her only crying the first time we had sex, I’ve been endlessly teasing her about it. That’s another thing I love about this girl. I can give her shit and she gives it right back. We’re fun together.

Even though she wants it quick, I take the time to massage her clit. If she can orgasm before I stick my dick in her, she’ll be slicked and ready for the hard fucking she wants. Her whimpers and moans are the best sounds I’ve heard all day. The tip of my cock leaks with pre-cum, aching to be inside her. For all the practice we’ve had lately, I’m able to bring her quickly to orgasm. I don’t wait for her body to stop spasming before I grab hold of my dick, line it up, and then thrust deep inside her.

“Ahh!” she cries out, arching her back.

Gripping her hips, I pummel in and out of her, marveling at how fucking wonderful she feels. I’ll never get tired of this. Not ever. It doesn’t take long and I’m also tipped over the edge. With the patience of a saint, I pull out at the last second and paint her pretty ass with cum.

Too bad I can’t sit and stare at her marked bare ass all day.

“You look good all messy, Golden. It suits you.”

Little Miss Perfect is hot as fuck when she’s wrecked by me.

“Tanaka came by this morning,” Gemma says, staring ahead as we drive. “He skeeves me out so bad.”

I glance over at her briefly before turning my attention back on the road. “He comes over a lot.”

“Right? It’s weird.”

At one time, I’d given her crap about suspecting Tanaka, but even I’m a little unnerved that he seems to be visiting a lot lately.

“Maybe they’re just working hard trying to catch the stalker,” I offer with a shrug. “He’s the police chief after all.”

“Maybe. Turn there,” Gemma says, pointing to a road quickly coming up. “This place is at one of those fancy cabins on the east side of the lake. I’m starving. They said there’d be food, right?”

I nod as I turn and then take the winding, wooded roads that’ll bring us to our destination. We’re about twenty minutes early. Her parents came back home not even five minutes after we cleaned up from our living room romp. We’d made a mad dash out of there to avoid any questions and awkwardness over what we’d just done in their living room.

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