Page 121 of Watercolor Skulls

“Please,” she whimpers. She wants this as much as I do. I glance around knowing anyone who drives by could see us.

Fuck it. I pull her up and flip her, so she is on all fours. Quickly I tug her pants down, spreading mud all over that beautiful ass of hers. She looks over her shoulder. So dirty, so beautiful, so mine. I tug my aching cock out of my pants, rubbing it all over her wet pussy before sliding in balls deep.

She cries out, her face pointed towards the heavens. I watch my dick glide in and out of her tight hole as she makes the sexiest noises I’ve ever heard. Lily pushes back against me, matching me thrust for thrust. So perfect. So. So. Perfect.

Her hands slip in the mud as I pound into her faster, my balls tightening. I grab her around the waist with one arm, my hand sliding down between her legs, I roll her clit between my finger and thumb. She cries out as she finds her release. Her head drops, wet hair hanging around her face.

I slam into her one, two, three times more before I come harder than I’ve ever come in my entire life. I drape my body over hers, panting into her ear. “I love you.”

She drops to her forearms, exhaustion taking over.

That was…that was intense. The rain has all but stopped. Lingering clouds pass lazily over the moon.

Lily starts to tremble under me. Fuck, is she crying again?

She falls to the ground and rolls herself under me, staring up at my face. She’s laughing. “Oh, god, Dan. Life is never going to be boring with you, is it?”

I give her my best smile, leaning down to rub our noses together. She giggles. “Never.”

God what a mess we have now. Her pants are still bunched around her thighs. I stand, pulling her with me, helping her tug them over her muddy ass. She sways a little on her feet, so I leave her standing against the truck. I pull a tarp out of the back to drape over the seats. If you’re wondering if it was worth it…fuck yes, it was worth it.

I help her into the truck and drive home. “There’s a party tomorrow.” I don’t want to ruin our make-up session, but I need to tell her before we get home. I want everything on the table before we fall into our warm bed for the night.

“Do you guys throw a party for everything?” she asks, still in her teasing mood.

“Yes,” I deadpan.

She laughs, running a muddy finger over her window, staring out at the dark trees passing us by.

When we pull into her driveway I see Dirk’s truck sitting in front of the house. We get out and walk up to the porch. Dirk and Jesse are swaying gently on her swing. Billie Rose is sleeping soundly on Dirk’s chest a thumb in her mouth.

Jesse laughs quietly. “What the fuck happened to the two of you?”

We both look down at our muddy clothes before looking at each other.

Dirk stops the swing. “Jesus Christ, you two are fucking something else.” He stands, carrying Billie Rose over to the truck and placing her gently in the car seat. She smiles at him sleepily, rubbing her eyes.

He leans in and kisses her cheek, making her giggle. When he leans away she is already sticking her thumb back in her mouth. Soon her eyes drop closed again. He turns to face us. “We just wanted to make sure you didn’t need any help with this one.” He points at Lily.

She blushes prettily, muddy hair and all.

“Well thanks for stopping by but as you can see we’re just fine.”

Jesse laughs, tossing her black hair over her shoulder. “You might want to shower before coming to the party tomorrow,” she teases, rounding the truck and hopping in.

Dirk walks over to Lily chucking her under the chin. “Don’t run from him again,” he warns, and trust me, it is a warning. He loves me and he knows how much she scared me. We may have jested earlier in our text conversation, but he knows it would kill me if I lost her.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers.

His eyes slide to me before going back to hers. “Don’t be sorry. Next time just fuck it out first. Don’t run.”

She nods, dropping her eyes.

“See you both tomorrow.”

And then they’re off, leaving us standing muddy and alone in the driveway.

“If I hurt you I am truly sorry.” She says, not looking at me. “I…I was just so angry. Not at you but at my dad. I’m sorry I took it out on you.”

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