Page 73 of Sully

But then my hands were on her hips, dragging her back against me as I thrust.

The new position, the way my cock was rocking against the top wall, engaging her G-spot, had her forgetting all about not being able to come again.

And when she did?

It was with her whole fucking body trembling.

While she was still gasping for breath, I hooked an arm around her, taking her with me out of the shower stall, worried she was getting too out of it to stay on her feet on the slippery surface.

So I took us right down on the bathmat instead, her straddling me but faced away.

The second she settled, a whimper escaped her at the pressure of my cock against her top wall.

It didn’t take long for her to start moving, to find the rhythm that worked for her, then riding me harder and faster as the need gripped her once again.

The orgasm, when it came, was just a gasp and full-body tensing.

I reached for her, pulling her back against my chest, then reaching down to press a hand between her thighs, working her clit again as my other hand moved up, pressing around her throat. Not cutting off any air, just a firm pressure that seemed to anchor her again.

“Sully…”

“You owe me two more, sweetness,” I said, pressing a kiss to her throat.

“I can’t,” she objected, but the way her pussy was tightening said something else entirely.

“You can tap out,” I told her, rocking my hips the slightest bit, dragging a mewling sound out of her. “Or you can come around my cock two more times. Then take a nice, long nap.”

A little laugh escaped her, but there were no more objections as I rubbed her clit until another orgasm, this one slow and deep, moved through her.

“Last one,” I said, moving until she was on all fours. “And I get to come with you this time too.”

There was no more taking my time, not a single fucking drop of self-control left inside of me.

My hand dug into her hip, slamming her back into me as I thrust forward. Hard and fast, the sound of our fucking ricocheted off the walls in the room as my hand tracked up her spine to grab a small handful of her hair at the base of her skull, pulling back when the force of my thrusts threatened to send her inching across the room.

But the sting of pain across her scalp had her moaning and pulling harder against my hold as she folded her upper half down, her ass high up for me.

“That’s it,” I groaned as her walls tightened and her moans became desperate whimpers. “Squeeze my cock.”

Then she did.

And I swear I fucking blacked out with my own orgasm.

When I did manage to come back to my right mind, though, I found Bonnie looking completely and utterly fucking spent.

“Guess it wouldn’t be gentlemanly to sayI told you so, huh?” I asked, massaging her ass cheek. “Then again, I’ve never claimed to be a gentleman,” I said, pulling her back until her front was against me, my arms around her belly and chest. “So… I told you so,” I said, kissing her neck as a little laugh escaped her. “Want a nap?” I asked.

She could barely manage a nod in answer.

So I dried her off, helped her into some panties and one of my zip-up hoodies, then deposited her in the bed.

I opened the door to the hall, and by the time I cleaned up all the water in the bathroom, Zima had not only made her way into the room but had climbed up in the bed with Bonnie.

Bonnie was out cold with her arms around the dog, who seemed all too happy for the snuggles.

“Can I scoot in there too?” I asked, starting to put a leg up on the bed.

But I swear to fuck, Zima gave me a look that saidI think you’ve done enough.

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