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“We’ll make it happen.”
“But first, I want you to fuck me right now.”
His hands slid to my ass and gripped. “I can do that. Bed?”
I shook my head and licked up to his ear where I sucked his lobe into my mouth. He groaned and rocked up against my damp shorts.
“Here. Need you in me.”
“Christ, sweetheart.” His hands moved between my legs. There was a tug and then a rip.
I jerked back. “Did you just rip my shorts?”
He grinned. “Yep.” His fingers slid under my panties, and there was another tear. “You have more.”
Laughing, I nodded. Leaning in, I kissed him with a slow dance of our tongues. His fingers glided into my wet pussy, and I moaned into his mouth. A thumb ran over my clit, making me shudder. Pleasure rolled down my spine.
Breaking the kiss, I dropped my forehead to his shoulder. “Kayson.”
“Nice and wet for me, sweetheart. Fuckin’ love that.”
Panting, I hummed before I said, “I bet Rommy would be as wet.”
“Jesus,” he hissed, his fingers fucking me faster.
“Yeah, she’d love your cock like I do. We could suck and lick it together while you wrap your fists into our hair to guide us.”
I lost his fingers so he could make quick work of undoing his jeans before he lifted me to thrust his cock deep inside. I arched back and moaned from the full feeling his cock gave me.
“Such a good cock,” I breathed.
His hand gripped my neck, and he demanded, “Ride me.”
Smiling, I reached behind to hold his knees and lifted myself up before bouncing down again. Over and over, I fucked his cock in and out of me.
His other hand swept up under my tee to my bare breast. He pinched and tugged at my nipple, making me whimper.
“Rommy could be here standing on the couch between us. You could lick and bite at her ass, and I’d do the same to her pussy.”
His growl was almost animalistic, and I loved it.
His other hand tightened around my neck.
I pushed into his touch, moaning and then gasping for air when he cut off my oxygen. Blood pumped hard, and I knew my face would be bright red. He took control, drilling up into me.
God, I loved this man.
He released my throat, and I gasped, then panted until I had enough air into my deprived lungs.
Opening my eyes, I smirked. “You loved that idea.”
“Yes,” he hissed.
“I’d love to see you fuck her, Kayson. Like you are me. I want her face red from your hand on her throat, and I’d still make her kiss me. Then I’d sit over her face and?—”
“Jesus Christ, sweetheart,” he bit out. “I ain’t gonna last if you keep talkin’ like that.”
Laughing, I went back riding him as he settled back against the couch. “I love that you like it. Love that your heart is big enough for both of us.”
