Page 52 of Sunshine & Sinful

That’s… powerful shit.

“I love touching you.” I nip her shoulder, and Kali groans, cupping my hand that massages her cunt.

For however long it takes, I worship my woman, and when she’s nothing more than a shuddery mess, unable to form a coherent sentence, I stop and pull her off my shaft. Then and only then do I think about myself and giving her what she craves most. Setting her on the vanity once more, Kali’s legs dangle off the edge as I jack myself in a punishing grip and squeeze my balls ’cause I need the glorious bite of pain.

Sucking on her bottom lip, Kali watches on, rubbing her nipples, chin on her chest, eyes nothing more than slits.

“I’m gonna come for you,” I grit through clenched teeth, the veins in my forearms popping.

I’m almost there.

Stepping between Kali’s quivering thighs, I carefully tilt her shoulders against the medicine cabinet and scoother bottom to the edge of the sink, just enough to expose her stretched hole. Knowing I can’t come in her pussy, I spit on her swollen rim. Eyelids fluttering in desire, Kali groans lowly in her throat as I slip back inside her welcoming passage, firmly jack the base of my shaft, and explode. Abs contracting, I slam my palm against the mirror, cracking it down the center, as I squeeze my eyes shut and growl, dumping every last drop into my woman’s ass. Her hole grips me, drawing out my orgasm as I drive to the hilt, wanting to crawl inside her and live forever.

“Yes,” Kali hisses as I black out for a moment.

Dropping my forehead to hers, unable to see straight, Kali rubs my back as my cock softens enough to slip from her perfect body.

“I feel high.” She giggles, and I peck her lips, noting how fucking sore I am after another round of sex with this insatiable woman. It’s a miracle I can keep up.

Knowing I have a body to make disappear, I kiss her once more before I pull away long enough to find a clean washcloth in a cabinet. I wet it with the tub faucet and use it to wash my cock. Then I rinse it out and help Kali wipe up down there. I’m careful to clean her ass first, discard the rag in the tub, then use another one for her pussy, not wanting to cause any female issues.

She hums in contentment when I lean down to kiss her clit, with my tongue. I mean, it’s there, and the poor little nub looks lonely after ten minutes of no stimulation.

“Colton.” Resting her feet on my shoulders, she grips my hair.

I nuzzle my nose in her folds. Fuck, she smells incredible—a mix of cum and cunt. Inhaling deeply, I get dizzy on her scent.

“Colton.” She tugs on my head. I look up from her mound and make eye contact as I do something I shouldn’t but don’t give a shit and do anyhow, like tickle her clit with my tongue and watch her gasp the hottest little sound. I can’t help it. I do it again, and she pulls my face in like she wants me to eat her alive. You don’t have to tell me twice. Dropping to my knees, I feast on my woman. I gorge. I fucking bathe in her sweet cunt, rubbing it in my beard, lips, and nose.

One hand in my hair, steering me however she likes, Kali plucks her ripe nipple and grinds my face against her pussy. And I let her. Christ, do I let her. I revel in it. When she comes and splashes my beard and chin in her cum, I weep with fucking joy and lap up every drop. When she thinks she’s done, I make her do it again.

I don’t know how long we have our way with each other, but when she’s wrung dry, and I’m happier than I’ve been in a decade, we finish washing up, and I help her dress before kissing her soundly on the mouth and escorting her out of the bathroom. In the living room, Angel and Dark are sitting, eating God-knows-what from Anthony’s kitchen as his corpse lays in the center of the space, wrapped in a thick sheet of plastic. The same kind I buy in bulk for days like this. Blood paints the inside like a shrink-wrapped piece of meat.

Knowing Kali won’t be able to stand for long, I prop her against a wall. She sags there as I rush to the kitchen for a chair for her to rest on.

“Thanks.” She grins, exhausted, and collapses ontothe seat.

Kneeling at her feet, I rub my palms up and down her thighs. “You good, Sweets?”

Nodding once, she tries and fails to stifle a yawn. “Just tired.” Her head drops forward, chin resting on her chest.

“You promise?”

The sweet woman cups my cheek, and I lean into her palm. “Yes. I promise.”

Turning into her touch, I kiss the center of her hand before I use my knees to stretch back to my full height. They crack, but nobody says shit as I snap my fingers and gesture for my son and brother to help me get this dead piece of shit out of the house and into the back of the van Angel brought.

Under the guise of darkness, we carry Anthony’s rolled-up body through the back door in the kitchen and across the backyard to the rear alley where Angel parked beside a group of overgrown trees, away from prying eyes.

“That was over a fuckin’ hour,” Dark complains as I open one van door and Angel opens the other, both of us careful not to dump the corpse on the ground.

Ignoring my son, I crouch as I climb into the vehicle and drag Anthony’s body to the front as the guys push from the end. Once his feet don’t stick out, we drop him unceremoniously onto the bed. It rocks as the weight settles, and I make a point to kick him before I hop out onto the gravel alley.

Angel slams the heavy rear doors shut, and I lean against the back, arms tucking across my chest as I stare down my kid, who’s fucking pissed at me, if his pacing is any indication. I get it. I do. But we talked about thishappening, not once or twice, but many times. He’s known what I wanted forever. It’s obvious. Angel knows, too. When he started hooking up with Kali, I made it clear that if he screwed her over and played head games, I’d drug him, then bury him alive in the desert, where he’d die a slow death.

Thankfully, he’s smart and cared for my woman when I couldn’t. Am I jealous? I was, maybe, a little bit. But I’d prefer him servicing her pussy over some douchebag like Anthony. Good fucking riddance.

We don’t have to worry about any of that anymore, do we? Dark finally divorced her and I get to claim what’s always been mine.

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