Page 19 of Six Wishes

“Chloe,” he snaps me out of my thoughts with a rough voice. “Is this okay like this?”

“Very much so,” I sob into his mouth. I don’t want to wait anymore.

It seems like that’s all he needed to hear because with the next hard thrust of his hips, he is all the way in.

“Holy fucking Christ,” he is gasping for air, and so am I. “This is heaven,” he mumbles against the sensitive skin below my chin. My legs come up around his waist, wrapping all around and then some. “So good,” Van starts chanting in my neck. “So, so good…”

He still has one hand holding onto my bikini bottoms while the other has made its way down in between us. With a sudden thought, he licks his thumb, then brings it to my clit where he starts circling it slow at first then faster and faster.

Through the haze of everything that’s happening, I swear I hear the doorbell again, followed by someone banging loudly on the front door.

“Van,” I try to tell him, but he’s not listening to me. “I think that…” Just then I feel myself tightening up around his cock in spite of myself.

“Yes, like that,” he pushes into me faster and faster, and I completely lose it. The sounds coming out of both of us are blending together, creating one unintelligible song. “That’s it, baby,” Van growls into my ear. “Come for me, baby.”

His voice seems to have a direct connection to my pussy because when he says that, I feel it spasming around his cock, and I have a fleeting thought in my head all of a sudden that I didn’t get to have a good look at Van’s cock before he shoved it into me.

“Dude, where the fuck are you?” a deep manly voice comes from somewhere in the house just as I let go and come.

I am so scared all of a sudden, and my heart is beating out of chest in distress, but I can’t stop myself from coming.

“What the fuck…” And now the voice is coming right from the entrance to Van’s bedroom, just as he holds my arms down on the mattress, my wrists still tied up, and he is pounding into me like this might be the last time he gets to do it.

As soon as he stops moving, I lift my head a little to look over his shoulder. There’s no one in the doorway anymore, but there’s definitely someone walking around in the house.

“Van,” I am on the verge of tears. “Somebody’s here.”

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