Page 50 of Sunshine & Sinful

“Yeah. Well. Welcome to bein’ with an old man.” Releasing my hand and removing his cock from my pussy, he slaps the side of his still-hard member as if he’s angry with the thing. It swings, smacks his upper leg, and returns to jutting straight at me, a drop of precum glistening at the slit.

Hating the idea of us both not coming because that’s the entire point, I slide off the counter, turn around, and bend over to give him the perfect view of my ass. I reach back and part my cheeks. “You can fuck me here,” Ioffer, wiggling my hips, wanting him to come any way he can.

Chewing his lower lip, Sunshine stares at my tight little hole. Another one of those low, sensual growls vibrates in his chest as he steps forward and brushes the wet tip of his dick to the pucker. He swats my hand away and parts my cheeks himself. “Such a pretty little hole. So sexy. But I can’t fuck you there right now. We gotta prep, and we ain’t got time for that.”

Wanting him to do something, anything, I slip a hand between my legs, gather the wetness there, and reach around to lube my back entrance and the tip of his member. “I don’t need prep.” Pushing back, it kisses my hole and slips a fraction inside. Eyes squeezing shut, I moan, loving him there, wanting him there. It’s been years since I’ve done this because it takes a lot of trust, but there’s no one else I trust more than him, and I want him to have this. I want him to take it.

“Kali,” he warns.

“Fuck me there. Please.”

“Not. Here,” he says, but his body has a mind of its own when he presses in further, just a little, breaking the barrier to enter my body. Sucking in a painful hiss through clenched teeth, I wait with bated breath for him to go further. I can take it. I want the pain. I want his cum. I want everything.

Bracing my hands on the vanity and widening my stance, I shove my ass back. It pulls a guttural moan from the man behind me. “Fuck. Me.”

Sunshine reaches down and slips two fingers down my dripping center, gathers more lube, and massages itaround my rim, where he fucks in shallow thrusts until his cock head pops inside, leaving us both groaning in pleasure.

There’s a knock at the bathroom door.

Dammit.

Frustrated by the interruption, I ball my fists on the counter and look over my shoulder at Sunshine, whose lips are cherry red as air saws in and out of his lungs, and he stares, almost hypnotized, at my ass.

Another knock resounds.

“We’re about done out here,” Angel calls from the other side.

“You two about done in there?” comes from Dark.

Dropping my chin to my chest, I blow out an agitated breath as the cock nestled just inside my hole bucks slightly as if saying it doesn’t want to leave just yet. That makes two of us.

“You hear me, brother?” Angel follows up when neither of us replies.

Sunshine’s hand shoots out and grips the base of my neck, and in one violent thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside my ass, and I scream in burning pleasure-laced pain.

His cock throbs inside me. “Does that answer your question?” Sunshine snarls.

Sunshine

They knowwhat we’re doing.

Yet they knock.

They can hear her pleasure.

Yet they knock.

Both of ‘em have had her. They’ve been inside this perfect body. This perfect soul. Inside… The woman I love. The woman I’ve killed for. The woman I’ve cleaned up after and will continue to do so until my dying breath.

Now, they wanna interrupt us.

Who gives a fuck if my dick doesn’t wanna come? He still brings her pleasure, and it feels damn good to me, too, even if I’m nowhere near finishing.

My balls ache, nestled against Kali’s wet pussy, as I stare down at her tight little pucker wrapped around my shaft. Fuck. I shouldn’t have done that. Her body trembles violently against mine. She said she wanted it, but I know it can hurt. I heard her pain. I sense it as sweat glistens across her tattooed back and goosebumps sprout.

“You okay, Sweets?” I check, hating myself for not being gentler.

“Yes.” She shivers, and I can’t tell if she’s being honest or just wants me to get off. Sure, I could use her to meet my needs, but there’s no gratification in that. I don’t know why she’s so damn adamant I gotta come. I can do it later when we’re home, not standing in her now-dead stalker's bathroom.

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