Page 82 of Walking Red Flag

“You have blanket permission to fuck me whenever, wherever, and however you want,” she replied as she widened her thighs.

Her sleepy, husky voice was enough to send my entire body thrumming with anticipation.

I hummed as I snuggled deep into her, letting her feel some of my body weight, as I started to work my cock through her pussy.

It was still wet from earlier, but new wetness was quickly joining the mess, and I slid into her deep without much pressure.

I was a big guy, with a big cock, and she took me like a dream, despite her small stature.

The fury that rode me at the thought of someone hurting her tried to push through, but I blanked my brain and just inhaled, drowning my senses in her.

I fucked her slow and steady, something that I’d been wanting to do for the last hour.

I’d given her two hours of sleep, one of which I’d joined her with, but she’d woken me up with a “please” that had given me ideas.

Ideas that I’d fought for a while before I’d decided that I needed to wake her.

Which led me to now, as I fucked her slowly.

Her hums and pleas were soft and sleepy, and when I felt her start to flutter around me, I poured my release into her, filling her all over again.

She hissed out a breath as I gave her more of my weight.

“I need to go to the bathroom.” She laughed when I stayed there for longer than I probably should.

I rolled us, allowing her to pull herself off of me once we were closer to the edge.

She climbed off and went to the bathroom, coming back moments later to crawl over me once again.

I twisted us so that she was once again situated over the towel, then reached for her pussy, liking when I found it just as wet as I wanted it.

“Good,” I growled as she snuggled deeper into me.

We both fell asleep with my fingers buried in her pussy, and when I woke up, she was riding them.

It was hours later, but still only three in the morning when I glanced at my phone on the nightstand.

Which made me fuckin’ grin as I gently turned her over and scooted in close.

I positioned my cock at her entrance and slowly worked it inside, sinking in deep with just a few thrusts.

She was so wet and covered with me that it was easy, and soon I was gliding in and out of her abused pussy, hoping not to wake her until she was coming.

I slid my hand over her hip, then lower to slip between her pussy lips.

My fingers first felt my cock that was tunneling into her pussy, gathering wetness. Once I was sufficiently coated in us, I brought my hand back to her pussy and circled her clit, feeling her tighten around me in response.

She murmured something incoherent, still very much asleep, and I pushed deeper.

A tiny little gasp, then more mumbling followed.

But her pussy tightened around me, and she was still breathing deep, if not a bit choppy.

When her pussy started to flutter, I buried my nose into her hair and growled as my release started to boil up inside of me.

Hot spurts of come left me, filling her deep, and still, she didn’t wake.

I cursed into her hair, breathing deep, as my heart rate tried to find a more sustainable pace.

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