Page 241 of Deceit

I must hit something spectacular for her because she scoots closer so I can take her deeper.

“Please, Bish.”

“I don’t want to hurt—“

“I want to come.” She looks between us as if watching me fuck her is going to do it. She’s beginning to get into her delirious stage where it appears she’s just here for the high and where she authorizes me to take her like an animal.

I’m not gonna lie; it’s hot.

Emmy is that girl next door that you daydream of dirtying up. A fucking sweet dream that turns into a filthy illusion of torment and every single dark fantasy you’ve ever had. This woman allows me to possess her in any which way I want, which makes this all worse.

I just want more.

All the time.

My girl and our kids and a life without having to watch our backs anymore.

We both fucked up.

We both were scared.

I’m absolutely intimidated, but she’s everything I want and it’s never abated.

It never became Camilla where it became a faded memory.

Emmy breathes life into me.

And her pussy keeps me wanting to give her everything.

But her ass though—yo, I’m gonna become a pussy to every fucking demand this woman wants because I’m just that infatuated.

Gonna need to keep that on the down-low.

I lace my hand through Emmy’s newly dyed hair, relishing in how she’s back to somewhat normal on the outside. The inside is going to take some work, but I can make her delve through those and explode them.

“Deeper,” she orders through a snarl, still watching me fuck her and play with her clit.

“Look at me,” I counteroffer as I accommodate her command. She does, and I fall in love with her all over again.

Her eyes idolize me when I don’t deserve it. She takes me in like I’m everything and she can’t break herself from the spell that was cast on us.

“You’re gonna come and I’m going to watch.” She nods, mouth open from panting and riding out what I’m putting down. “Where do you want it?”

“Want what?”

“My come.” She mutters ashitand props her body back with her palms, giving me a new angle and a better look at her body. “Keep those eyes on me.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she purrs, creating my balls to strain and gear up.

“Daddy,” I repeat in a pleasured grunt. “Baby, this is not the time to talk about more kids, but…I want more.”

“More?” She lifts a brow. “Don’t we have enough now?”

I shake my head because if I’m being honest, I want a whole Brady Bunch of kids. “Hence my question.”

“Both.”

“Both? Inside both of…”

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