Page 99 of A Little Complicated

Fuck, I’d make this my last moment if I got to choose.

My cock is so hard it hurts, but her breathless moans spur me on, and I push my forefinger inside her. Her core squeezes me as I pump it back and forth, circling her clit with my tongue, her thighs quivering around me. Knowing her only leg on the ground might give out at any second, I grip her ass with my opposite hand and lift her up. She hooks her other leg over my shoulder and grabs one of the lower branches for leverage. I lap at her, kissing her entrance and clit with my lips, my tongue, my everything.

“Mav,” she breathes out. “Fuck, I’m gonna—” Her words end on a gasp as she comes, squeezing my finger as I drag it in and out of her while rolling the tip of my tongue against her clit. Without giving her a chance to ride it out, I unhook her legs from my shoulders, determined to feel what it’s like to be inside of her again. Once her feet are on the ground, I finger her slowly, pulling another moan from her as I stand and unbutton my pants the rest of the way with the hand not inside her. My cock aches. I pull it out and rub it from base to tip while she catches her breath.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed of this,” I murmur.

She grabs my wrist and rolls her hips against my hand. “Ditto. You gonna fuck me now?”

I chuckle against her mouth, pulling my fingers from her center. “You still on birth control?”

“Yes.”

“Turn around, Goose.”

She smiles against my lips. Complying, she faces the tree with her back arched and her pussy dripping and ready for me.

Fuck, she’s perfect.

I grab the base of my dick and run it along her slit, pulling another whimper from her as she peeks over her shoulder and pants, “Any day now, Mav.”

“Someone’s impatient.”

“Just craving another little morsel.”

“Alittlemorsel?” I challenge.

She grins back at me. “I mean, my memory’s a bit hazy, but if you feel like reminding me—” Her words die on parted lips as I shove myself inside her. Her body jerks forward from the force, but she stretches around me, squeezing me so tight it’s almost hard to breathe.

“Fuck, baby,” I groan.

“Love it when you call me baby.”

I thrust inside her again.

“And Goose,” she whispers.

I pull out, then force myself inside once more.

She gasps, adjusting to my size, adding, “And Opie.”

“Gonna have to think of a new nickname,” I grunt as I pick up my pace while the sound of our skin slapping echoes throughout the otherwise silent backyard.

This is stupid. And reckless. Anyone could catch us like this. With my pants around my ankles and Ophelia’s tossed aside. But I don’t give a shit. I want her. Today. Tomorrow. The next and the next. I want every moment she can give me until my dying breath.

Ophelia pushes into me, her back arching as she takes my cock like a good girl. Whimpering and moaning and cursing under her breath. Together, we chase our orgasms, and when I come, she squeezes me tight, pulling another groan from me as we fall over the edge together. Bending closer, I rest my forehead along her spine, my cock pulsing inside her. With my hands wrapped around her torso, we catch our breath slowly. When I slip out of her, my cum follows suit, landing on the dirt as Lia straightens and covers her face, a light laugh on the tip of her tongue.

“I can’t believe we just did that.”

Neither can I.

“Oh, sothat’sthe little morsel you mentioned,” I joke, kicking some dirt over my cum with the toe of my shoe.

She laughs even harder and turns around, wrapping her arms around my neck. “And you say you’re not the classy brother.” Rising onto her tiptoes, she kisses me softly and adds, “But I feel like I should mention just because I finally like your nicknames, it doesn’t mean you need to think of a new one.”

“Maybe I like getting under your skin.” I dip down and pick her underwear up off the ground.

As she slips her feet into the leg holes, she asks, “Why?”

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