Page 45 of Where We Ended

I was lifted, my pussy pulled closer while he descended and began devouring me. My legs were up over his shoulders, my back barely on the counter as he feasted, lapping at all the remaining arousal. He moaned so deep it reverberated against my clit, making me gasp in response.

His tongue divided my puffy lips, sinking deep into my center. It was all-consuming, further soaking me and prepping me for the stretch of his thick cock that would be coming after. I loved it and writhed against him. He’d be greedy enough to wrench another orgasm out of me, and I had a feeling that was his plan as his tongue slowly swirled over my clit.

It felt so good, my heels dug into his shoulders. I was mumbling something incoherent. I didn’t want another orgasm unless it was on his cock, so I tried to resist, but it only encouraged him to use that tongue slower, and languidly draw out my pleasure until I couldn’t hold it in any longer.

I screamed, and then I was being lowered while still moaning my second wave of complete bliss when Silas pushed three fingers deep into me, moving them rapidly.

Wetness suddenly squirted out of me, and Silas groaned his pleasure.

I hadn’t done that except for one other time when we were in the shower. He groaned deeply while pulling me off the counter. I must have missed when he lowered his jeans and boxers because he was naked against me as he carried me to one of the kitchen chairs.

He sat down and pulled me into his lap. I was still breathing hard, while he lined himself up with my center. My hands were on his shoulders, and then he was filling me with his fat, deliciously long cock.

“Silas.” It was a prayer, as I begged him for more. I’d already come twice, squirted, and now I was a filthy creature, desperate for him to fuck me raw.

His lips found mine as he moved under me, rotating his hips up, but the movement had my head falling back.

“Forgot what it’s like for you. Such a tight fucking fit, and all mine,” he rasped, his face tucking into my neck as I rolled my hips against him.

The wood of the chair creaked as I began taking control, fucking him as hard and as earnestly as I desired. Our eyes locked, until he picked up one of my breasts, and with slow movements, he licked my nipple.

It had me clenching around him. “More.”

He complied with a smile, moving to my other breast. Lapping slowly while I held onto the back of the chair and fucked him as hard as I could. His mother could still come in at any moment; we both knew this, but we were too far gone to care. She usually gave us a wide berth after Silas got back from a trip because we were insatiable for each other.

Still tucked into his small room on that twin bed, not caring at all that we’d once shared the space as kids. Now when we hit the bed, our clothes were shed, our mouths fused, and he was quick to slide his cock inside me.

“I need to fuck you harder,” Silas muttered into my neck, while picking me up.

I was deposited on the table, on my back. He liked to fuck me like this because he liked watching my tits bounce.

He slammed home, and I watched as every thick inch somehow made its way back inside me. Slick and veiny, his cock was perfect. I lifted my hips as he pulled out and drove in again, harder this time.

I jolted in place, my tits indeed bouncing as he nearly growled in appreciation. This was what I loved. When he lost himself to his lust, his carnal side, and for all his talk of ensuring I never got hurt, he didn’t seem to realize how hard he held me, or how firm he thrust his engorged cock into me. I loved it. Even as the table wobbled under us, and I shuddered with another orgasm. My fucking third in a goddamn row.

I was panting like I hadn’t had water in ages while he cursed and lifted my leg to get a deeper angle.

“So fucking deep. You grip me so well.”

I loved how he talked when he lost all sense.

He drove harder, which made the table slam against the wall with a thud and then another as he pulled out and filled me once more.

“Want to make you my fucking wife, and do this every day for the rest of my life.”

I was still coming down from my high when I processed what he’d said, but it hit like gold infusing my limbs. I couldn’t speak, I could barely even breathe as he finally came with a shout and shaking limbs.

Once he finally pulled out, he watched as his release began dripping out of me. He stared transfixed, just like he always did.

Sometimes he’d use it as a way to mark me. Or he’d pull it out and let me lick it from his fingers. Once he just spread my legs and instantly hardened again, shoving himself back into me until he came again.

I didn’t care what he did as long as he continued to do it with me, but this time my mind was drawn to what he’d said.

We both needed to catch our breath as we came back down from the high. He helped me off the table and turned to find a rag for the mess I’d made when he’d made me squirt.

I watched as his back shifted with all that muscle, and then I just blurted.

“Did you mean it?”

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