Page 62 of Beautiful Desire
“Please…” she begs as her pussy clenches around me.
“Please what, Peach? Tell me what you need.”
Gasping, her hand comes up, gripping my forearm as I hold her against me, and I know she’s getting close again. “Keep talking,” she cries out.
Chuckling darkly, I say, “Does my girl like thinking about getting caught fucking her stepbrother? Hmm, is that it?”
“Oh, god!”
“That’s it, Peach,” I purr. “Fall apart for me, baby.”
“Fletcher…Fuck, don’t stop.” Georgia’s muscles tighten, her whole body going stiff.
“So fucking beautiful.” My chest heaves as I try to suck in air, and my nuts are so full, they ache. “Come for me. Come all over this thick cock, and show me how much you love it.”
Throwing her head onto my shoulder, Georgia cries out, nails digging into my arm as her release consumes her. She shattersaround me, and I revel in everything about it as it sends me over the edge. My entire body tingles, heat spreading through my veins as her throbbing cunt milks my cock perfectly.
“Oh, fuck, Georgia,” I moan, the edges of my vision turning hazy. “You are perfect.” Pressing my lips to her overheating, slick skin, I pepper kisses along the side of her neck and down to her shoulder. “So perfect…” My body sags against hers as we work on steadying our breathing.
After I pull out, Georgia turns to face me as she cups my cheek and brings her lips to mine. This kiss isn’t hurried or messy, like it was before. It’s soft and tender as her tongue rolls against mine, as I wrap my arms around her and hold her against me, and when it ends and her honey-glazed eyes flutter open, they’re misty and red-rimmed. Neither one of us acknowledges it, but I feel it in my chest, and I know she does too.
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Georgia
“Look at the mess you made,” I purr, easing out of his ass, sweat glistening all over our bodies as I run two fingers through the cum coating his stomach. “Guess I’ll just have to clean you up, won’t I?”
Fletcher looks dazed and sated as he nods, a lopsided grin tugging on his face.
Keeping my eyes locked on his, I lick my fingers clean before leaning down and running the flat of my tongue along the sticky mess, not stopping until I’ve got it all, then I climb over his body while he pulls himself up on his elbows. Without even being asked, Fletcher drops his jaw and sticks out his tongue, allowing me to spit his release into his mouth before our lips are consuming each other. He groans as our tongues tangle, the salty flavor mixing with our shared saliva, and it sends heat to my core, as if I didn’t just come a few minutes ago.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he breathes when I finally pull back.
Climbing off the bed, we find the articles of clothing we tossed all over the room in a horny mad dash when we gothome earlier, and we’re nearly dressed when the doorbell echoes through the house. My head snaps up as Fletcher’s tugging his jeans over his ass.
“Are you expecting anybody?” he asks.
“No, are you?”
Fletcher clicks his tongue. “Now, who the hell would I be expecting?”
I snort. “Okay, fair point.” Once I’ve worked my t-shirt over my head, I say, “I’ll get it.”
“Wait!” Fletcher blurts out as he strides over to me. “You look like you just got railed.”
“I did the railing, thank you very much,” I tease, smirking at him as I run my fingers through my hair. “Better?”
Chuckling, he says, “No, let me.”
The doorbell chimes again. “Shit.” I laugh. “Hurry up.”
“Well, if you didn’t have so much damn hair, this wouldn’t be an issue,” he teases. Face close to mine, I can’t help but admire his sharp, beautiful features as he gets me situated. Scruff lines his jaw, having not shaved for a couple of days, and I kind of like it. Though, the mustache has long since grown on me too. His lips still are red and puffy from kissing me, and his cheeks are flushed. “There, all good,” he announces, pressing a quick kiss to my mouth before stepping back.
“Thanks.” Smiling, I leave the room while he pulls his shirt over his head, and as I turn the corner, Fletcher not far behind me, I stop in my tracks. “Shit,” I hiss under my breath, heart in my throat, as I make my way toward the front door. Or should I say, toward the glass screen door, because we were a little pre-occupied when we got home and never shut the actual door.
I hear Fletcher’s footsteps come to a stop as he notices who’s waiting for us. “Oh, shit.”
Plastering a smile on my face, I unlock and open the screen. “Dad, Denise, what a surprise,” I say as I step to the side and let them in.
