Page 26 of One Reckless Summer

She nods as her eyes roll back, and I reach between our sweat-slick bodies to find that swollen nub with my thumb. I start to circle, holding myself up on one locked arm, flesh slapping as I grind my teeth.

“You’re going to make me cum inside you. Your pussy is begging for it. You did this, little girl, you did this to Daddy. Now you’re going to take what I give you.”

Her walls cinch around me, the filthy words have her gushing over my greedy dick as her body does the work of pulling the spend from my balls.

“Oh, God…Price. Brother. Daddy…”

Her orgasm lights mine as she thrashes and twists, and I thrust myself deep.

“You’re taking it, baby. So good. Fucking tight, take it, take it…”

The orgasm rages through me. Through every cell in my body as my roars rattle the windows. At the last moment, I grab her legs, pulling them wide as I push forward, dragging her pelvis upward as I drive myself down. Her orgasm only urges me on, and my last grinding pumps are savage. I know I’m being too rough with her innocent body, but the way she’s screaming and flooding the bed, I guess my little dimpled princess likes things a little rough.

I’m blinded by the pleasure of my seed spurting into her depths. I cum as she comes down, her tight warmth welcoming what I’m giving, my balls clenched, pumping, pumping, pumping every drop into her womb.

I drop onto her soft body, letting her legs fall, my face nuzzling her neck as her soft breasts press against my chest.

I thrust in and out, small, soft movements letting her body milk me of every drop. The feeling of belonging she gives me is new. How Summer has done this to me so fast, I don’t understand, but I do know she’s never getting away.

How our different lives can come together, I’m not sure, but in this moment none of that matters.

Peace comes over me for the first time in my life as her hands wrap around my neck, pulling me down in a soft, comforting gesture, as exhaustion takes me. How she’s changed me doesn’t seem possible, but I feel it down into my marrow.

“I think you just fraternized inside me.” Her warm breath teases my ear, and another spurt of cum finds its way inside her.

“Yes, and there’s more where that came from, baby. I hope you’re ready. Because big brother is never going to get enough of this pussy. Never.”

Chapter Nine

Summer

“Hey, anyone in there?” A voice cuts through the comforting thump of Price’s heartbeat as I sit bolt upright. “Hey, Price!”

The warm orange and yellow sunrise peeks up over the trees out the window of the small bedroom, and there’s the pluvial scent of the morning after the rain all around.

There’s silence for a moment, as I stare into Price’s narrowing green eyes. He eases his hand from behind my neck, slides out of the bed, stuffing his feet into his pants on a grumble.

I’m not sure how much we slept. Not a lot, and it’s early. The night was incredible. Not just the sex but how rough and demanding and greedy he was one second, then so tender and attentive and concerned the next.

Losing your v-card to an overachieving boner like Price’s has left me achy and sore, but the magic that man can do with his mouth?

I’d forget I had third degree burns with his face between my legs.

Which happened a lot. A. Lot.

Not the burns. The face. Between the legs.

“Get dressed.” He leans over, planting a kiss on the top of my head, cupping my cheek in his rough palm. “Do as I say.”

“Wait, but—” My words are lost as he stuffs his still half-hard cock behind his zipper, then heads through the door, swinging it half closed behind him after whisking his shirt off the floor in one long-armed swipe.

There’s an impatient knock and the voice calling out again as I reluctantly push onto my knees, reaching out to touch the warm spot where I was tucked against the hardest, biggest chest in the world just a moment ago. His warmth is still on the sheets as I crawl to the edge of the bed and throw my legs over with a soft hiss, the pinpricks of pain in my newly deflowered lady bits reminding me to move gingerly.

Even in his bare feet, Price’s footsteps make vibrating thuds through the floor, then the hinges of the front door let out a pained squeak.

I pull the rumpled blanket from the bed and tuck it around me. When Price went to the living room to get me some water after I nearly passed out from the rolling orgasms he insisted on giving me with his mouth after destroying my cherry, he hung my clothes near the wood stove on a chair to dry.

The same gruff male voice comes clearer now through the open door. “Price, hey, you okay?”

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