Page 124 of Famous Last Words
“Ohmigod, yes!” I gasp, surprising myself and lifting my ass higher, silently begging for more.
I’m met with Robbie’s teasing chuckle, his thumb circling my asshole, dick sliding in and out of me in long, unhurried strokes. It’s beautiful torture. I need to come, but I also don’t want it to end.
“You like it when I play with your ass, don’t you?” he whispers, and I hear him spit again before the very tip of his thumb breaches the tight barrier.
“Ah!” I cry out as pleasure courses through me, lighting me up from the inside.
“I love watching your cunt swallow my cock,” he grunts, pulling almost all the way out of me before slamming in again. “My perfect, filthy little slut.”
With each swipe, his thumb presses a little deeper, and between that and the feel of his thick cock sliding in and out of me, grazing my G spot, I am balancing on the edge of oblivion.
“I’m so close, Robbie.”
“I know, baby,” he whispers.
“Please,” I pant, desperate for something, anything.
“Tell me you’re mine, Keller,” Robbie demands.
“I’m yours, Robbie,” I moan. “I’m yours.”
“That’s my girl,” he mutters through clenched teeth, slamming harder and harder into me. “Now, I want youto rub your clit, baby. I wanna come deep inside you while your pussy strangles my cock.”
His eyes flare when I look back at him, stuffing three fingers in my mouth and coating them with my tongue before reaching down and rubbing my swollen clit. It’s so sensitive, I know it’s not going to take much more. As I circle the bundle of nerves lightly, my body thrums from the sensory overload—my ass, my pussy, my clit, everything. It’s almost too much.
“Fuck, Keller, I’m—” Robbie’s words cut out to make way for an animalistic sound I’ve never heard before. “Come. Right. Fucking. Now.” He smacks my ass hard, pressing his thumb even deeper. “Fucking come for me, baby.”
Frantically flicking my clit, my walls tighten, gripping Robbie’s cock. My thighs quake, and I crumble beneath the weight of my orgasm as it washes over me like a tsunami.
“Robbie, I’m coming!” I groan, my throat tight, words strangled.
“Fuck, yes!” Robbie roars, holding me right against him as he releases deep inside of me. “That’s it. Take it all, greedy fucking girl.”
Riding out my orgasm, I lift up enough so that he can kiss me. “Say it again,” I beg against his lips. “Tell me you love me.”
Clutching my face, Robbie deepens the kiss, his tongue and lips sloppy as he murmurs against my mouth. “I love you, Fran. I love you, so fucking much.”
I gasp, my eyes widening.
Robbie pauses, concern flickering in his gaze. “What is it? What’s wrong, baby?”
“You just called me Fran.”
Still panting for a breath, he rolls his eyes and shakes his head, and then, easing out slowly, he stands above me, smirking down at me before smacking my ass once again. “Keep it up, brat.”
Boneless, I sink into the sofa with a fully sated grin as Robbie disappears down the hall, and it’s only then that Irealize, once again, the blinds are wide open for anyone to see in, and I can’t help but laugh.
“I’m making a mess all over your sofa,” I call out, my fingers dancing over my swollen, sensitive core, our combined release seeping out of me.
“Fuck the sofa,” Robbie yells from somewhere, returning in all his gloriously naked form, dick happily swinging, with what looks to be a washcloth in his hand.
“What are you do—” Before I can finish, he’s kneeling in front of me, forcing my thighs open, brow furrowed with determination as he cleans me up with a few delicate swipes of the warm, damp cloth. It’s gross yet oddly soothing, but shame takes over and I push his hand away. “Robbie, gross.”
“It’s not gross,Keller.” His eyes meet mine, and there’s a warning tone in his words as he grabs my wrist and holds my hand out of the way, wiping me again. “I take care of what’s mine.”
Still gross, but I’m not even going to pretend that his possessiveness isn’t hot because holy shit, here he is, cleaning my pussy after the most earth-shattering orgasm I’ve ever experienced, and dammit, I’m horny again. This man will be the death of me—and my vagina.
“There, all better.” Robbie grins wickedly at me, eyes on mine as he leans in and presses a lingering kiss to my mound, and I swear to God, he’s such an asshole because just when I think he’s about to start working me over once again, he pulls away with a deviously low chuckle and stands, holding his hand out for me.
