Page 66 of O'Mega's Revenge
“Your rehab is going faster than expected, you got this,” Quick added.
Even Trot got in on the action.
“Can’t keep a good man down.” She glanced at my crotch.
“Damn it.” I covered my junk with a hand. Can you blame me? Tits had that effect on me.
“Whoo-hoo, Wolf’s got a woody.”
“Out.” Tits pushed Missile, and the other girls followed without much complaint. Trot was last in line.
“I’m just going to shut this and keep the nurses busy for a bit. Hint, hint.” She pretended to look innocent, but her smirk betrayed her.
“I traded insane brothers for a bunch of crazy ass women, didn’t I?” I asked the ceiling, not knowing whether Tits would take offense or not.
“They’re not all crazy, only the good ones.” She kissed my lips and carefully avoided the cast.
“Are you seducing me?”
She hummed in a non-answer. The bed sheet slipped down, and my hospital Johnny crept up. Her lips circled my dick, and I let out a sigh of relief. “Damn, that feels good.”
I stopped her mumbled reply by grabbing a fist full of hair and keeping her in place. “Don’t make me move.”
She let go of me with a little pop. The sound sent tingles through my balls. “That’s right, don’t move.”
Her lips circled my cock once more and worked me from tip to where her hand wrapped around the root. I brushed her hair aside to watch and kept stroking it away just so I could see the way she flushed. “Babe, get on me.”
“No.” She gave me a defiant glance.
“Please?” She stopped and bit her lip as she studied me.
“Are you going to move and hurt yourself?”
If I lied and said no, would she catch me on it? I hedged around the truth. “I’ll try not to.”
She shook her head but climbed out of her jeans and got on top of me again. This time, angling my erection into her slick channel and taking me in slow rocking movements that only allowed the tip to slide in.
“You’re killing me.” The sensations of her pussy and the desperate need building inside to take control drove me to the edge of my promise. “I’m going to move.”
“No, you’re not.” She let more of me slip inside and masterfully kept rocking my world as she played with her clit.
“You’re so beautiful.”
“I bet you say that to all the girls.”
“Only you.” I meant that. Strippers were pretty, hot, or wore the perfect outfit, but Tits? She wore her beauty deep.
She gave me a wild grin and took me in another inch. Then she ground against me, keeping her sexy rhythm moving and taking me higher. Sex was different now. More connected, not as urgent, but still amazing. We fit.
“I love you,” I panted, breathless from fighting the urge to drive into her.
“Love… you…” She was close, the combo of working her finger on her clit and grinding on my dick, getting her there.
“Look at me.”
Her tempo faltered, and she opened her eyes. She was so close.
“You’re mine.” I captured her hips and tried my damnedest not to put pressure on the cast but get her seated tight. “Say it.”
