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“I like your fuckin’ beautiful body, mouth and hands, and that tight little pussy.”
“So you like all of me?”
“I think that’s a given.” I shift my hand into her hair, gripping a little tighter. “Tell me I’m yours.”
“You’re mine,” she says, biting down on that lip again. “You’re mine, Dylan. I love you.” She doesn’t hesitate, taking my dick again in her mouth as she bobs up and down and I watch her work me over, wondering how I’m not gonna shoot my load all over her.
“And you’re mine, Erica. My ol’ lady. Gonna claim you at the table. If anyone looks at you, I’m gonna fuckin’ rip their heads off.”
“Won’t have to do that,” she assures me. “I only have eyes for you.”
I love how she calms me, how she settles my tension so easily. It’s my job to take care of her, yet here she is, making sure my needs are met.
“What are you, Erica?”
“Your ol’ lady. I belong to you.”
“And I belong to you.” I hit the back of her throat, and she gags. Pulling out, she takes me again, wanting it. I fuck her mouth, making her gag over and over, until I pull out. She has a breather, then I do it again. Watching her tits jiggle and her hungry little hands at my base, the other cupping my balls, it sends a shiver down my spine. I fucking love it.
“You want this dick inside you again, don’t you, baby?”
She nods, her eyes watering as I pull out. She gasps, but licks the end of my dick, tapping my balls like she’s done this a million times.Holy fuck.
“I want all of it, all of your cum.”
My eyes widen as I pull her upright onto her feet. “My dirty little girl,” I mutter against her mouth. I shove my tongue inside, cupping her pussy with my hand. “This pussy is mine.”
“Yours.”
“I love you.”
“I loveyou.”
I smack her ass as I turn her, and she leans her hands against the glass. Lining up, I push inside as she gasps. I don’t give her any leeway this time. “This is what that hot little mouth does to me,” I tell her. “Your dirty little words send me over the cliff, you know that?”
“I want it, every drop.”
“Fuck.” I want that too, but for more than one reason. I want so many things.
“Tell me,” she groans. “Tell me what you want.”
“You know what I want.” I ram in and out, gripping her hips.
“Say it.”
“I-I don’t know… I don’t know how.”
“Try.”
I close my eyes, slowing my movements so we’re not so frenzied. I want her to hear this loud and clear. Swallowing hard, I then blurt, “I want my kid inside you.”
Silence fills the room, and we come to a stop.
CHAPTER
THIRTY
Erica
