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My head whips to look at her, and I notice her nervous posture.
“D-Do you like it? I know it’s cheesy, but–” I cut her off with a kiss.
“You have no idea,” I breathe, kissing her again. “How much I love this.” I pull her into the house before closing the door, my tongue forcing its way into her mouth. She moans at my rough need, and I devour the sound. “Brooks,” she pants between kisses as I slide down her pants before unbuckling my jeans.
I walk us to the couch and bend her over the arm. “Does that hurt?” I ask gently, trying to make sure not to hurt her incisions. They’re healed, but I know too much pressure can cause her discomfort. She shakes her head and moans as my hand makes contact with her bare ass. “That’s my girl. Give me those sexy noises.” I run my fingers up and down her slit before plunging them deep inside. “Holy shit, wet already, baby?” I muse, and before she can make some witty remark, I drop to my knees and bury my face in her pussy. I release a growl at her soft moans before smacking her ass again.
“Oh fuck,” she whines while I massage her ass cheek and flick my tongue over her sexy as fuck clit piercing. “Fuck me, fuck me.” She chants, and I release a soft chuckle.
“Greedy little pussy you got here, baby.” I grip her hips to angle her better and moan out as her body shudders while she accepts my cock. I waste no time, not even a second, to allow her a breath before pulling back and driving deep inside her, again and again.
“Brooks!” She screams my name to the heavens, and my god, it’s the sweetest sound. She grips the couch for dear life, her knuckles going white as I fuck her with more force than I ever remember using before. She screams in both pain and pleasure, mewling for me to give her more. And I do. I’ll give her anything, everything. All she has to do is ask. “Oh god!” she yells, and I feel her coming undone around my cock. I refuse to stop, not until I’ve given her every ounce of pleasure her glorious body can handle.
“Fuck, your pussy is perfection,” I growl, grinding against her. “You are perfection. I’m fucking addicted to you, Stevie, and I will never quit you. Ever.” I feel her tensing again, and I grip her thighs, spreading her further as she tries to tense up. “I love everything about you, Stevie,” I pant, my balls tense as I feel myself creeping towards the edge, ready to fall over with her.
“I-I… I love you, too! Oh, no…” she screams, and I slam her to me as I feel myself come with her. Her body shivers with aftershock as we come back down. Pulling myself out of her, I spin her around and she kisses me before I can say anything.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers.
“For what?” I chuckle, still enjoying my high.
“For being too scared to admit how I felt about you for so long.”
I smile as I tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. “It’s alright Peaches, I already knew you were crazy about me–Ow!” I laugh when she pinches me.
“Such a pain in my ass,” she laughs while leading me to my bedroom. Wait, my bedroom?
“Baby, if you’re wanting another round, I’m going to need water, some cake, and like…. eight to fifteen minutes.”
“Oh my god, shut up!” She says in fake annoyance. “I want to go to sleep!”
My cocky demeanor free-falls, and I stare at her, eyes wide. “Sleep? In… in here? With me?”
“Yeah, with you. Don’t make it a big deal. I’m nervous enough.” Other than the time I crashed at her place after she posted the second video, we’ve never actually slept together and while I’ll be completely chill on the outside, inside, fuck yeah, I’m making this a massive fucking deal.
I give her a neutral look and a noncommittal shrug. “I mean, sure. Whatever you want. No biggie.” Stevie snorts out a laugh and shakes her head as she crawls into my bed.
“You’re about as smooth as sandpaper, Dawson.”
“Fair observation,” I state while removing my shirt and crawling into the bed with her. She molds to me like we’ve spent a lifetime doing it, making my heart skip over itself. I hear her chuckle and look down at her.
“What?” I ask nervously, and she shakes her head.
“You just fucked the holy hell out of me while we were wearing rubber duck t-shirts.”
“Yeah, well, when I replay it in my head, you’re going to be in that skull bra I love, and I’ll be bare-chested.” She shakes her head again before pressing her lips to my pec.
“Nah, I like the original.”
Stevie
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
“Iam so excited!” I squeal while hugging Janie to me. Janie and Fox just returned from Florida, and today is their first day back at Hel’s, and Janie is pregnant. The treatments and transfers were successful, and everything went smoothly for the first time since they started trying for a baby. “How do you feel?”
“Tired,” she laughs lightly. “And nervous, I’m constantly afraid, but the little Bean has a steady heartbeat, so I’m trying to hold on to that. Other than that, the morning sickness hasn’t been too bad, and I don’t really have any super weird cravings.”
“Yeah,” Fox scoffs. “You just need an entire bottle of hot sauce on everything.” Janie rolls her eyes at her husband.
