Page 65 of Shattered Dreams

I lapped up as much as I could, still working her with my fingers until I heard her begging for me to stop. She twisted her hips, pulling me with, and I had to fight against her to break free from her hold.

Not that I want to.

I nuzzled her wet core, pressing soft kisses on my way out. I lapped at any juice I missed, feeling proud as I watched her stretch and moan.

She opened her legs to release me, allowing me to move up her body. I kissed my way back up, suckling her nipples again. This time my mouth filled with a warm, mildly sweet liquid, making me moan long and low.

I released her nipple with a pop and moved up to her lips. She lifted her head to meet me and instead of the graceful sexy kiss we both were going for; we bashed heads and fell apart laughing.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m so sorry.”

We laughed a little harder after the apologies spilled out and I scooted over to be next to her. Cupping her face, I brought it to mine, kissing her softly.

“I need my hands, honey.”

Reaching up, I untwisted the nightshirt, freeing her hands, and tossed it behind me. “Better?”

“Jesus.” She panted.

“He’s not here.” I laughed. “I am.”

“That was … whew.” She grabbed my head and kissed me hard. “I don’t want to know where you learned how to do what you did. But fuck me running. I’ve never cum so hard in my life!”

“You tasted so good. I don’t know how I’ll stay away.”

“There’s always the treehouse.”

Chuckling, I put my forehead to hers and rubbed our noses together.

“Richie?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Make love to me?”

“With baby girl. I want you to be an active participant.”

Her hand reached down and grabbed on to my hard cock, stroking it. I never pulled my pants up earlier, and now she’s pushing me over on my back as I try moving my pants further off.

She straddled my hips, her nether lips embraced me, and she slid up slowly, letting it get slick and in position.

Her tongue traced my lips with a gentle nip at the end and she moved back, letting me fill her. My hands grabbed her hips, pulling her down more before she moved.

“Fuck.” She moaned softly. “I feel so full.”

“You feel so tight.”

She sighed with pleasure. “Not bad for birthin’ six babies, naturally.”

“Hell no!” I groaned. “You feel so good.”

Bracing her hands on my chest, she moved her hips all around, riding me slow and hard. I had to keep chanting over and over in my head.

Don’t nut yet. Don’t nut yet. Don’t nut yet.

“Mama.” A soft voice broke the moment.

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