Page 44 of Sinister Legacy
To bury my cock in her cunt and watch her lips part.
I like to fuck Cassie. She’s good fun, and she has a tight pussy. But it feels like a fucking win every time I get to feel Keira, my own girlfriend, wrapped around me. I realize as I grind my hips against her pelvis while buried to the hilt inside her, that I like the chase as much as I hate it.
I like when she gives in.
I like this moment right now, when I get to pound her into the mattress and feel like a fucking king. And I also realize that I shouldn’t have to feel like that with my own girlfriend. It’s not healthy, but I keep chasing her like an addict.
Because when I win against her, it tastes so much fucking better than any other pussy on the planet.
“Fuck,” I grunt, grabbing hold of the headboard. “I love how you take my cock so fucking well.”
Her nails claw a path down my back, and a shiver runs through me.
But not from the delicious sting.
I can’t shake the feeling of being watched.
And strangely, it makes me hotter to think that someone might be witnessing me fucking Keira to the soundtrack of her filthy little moans.
Watching my ass pump the air while her heels dangle off my shoulders.
I hope they’re fucking jealous. Because this sweet pussy…
I’ll kill to keep it.
Iopen the fridge to pull out another beer while staring at the unanswered messages on my phone. I’ve sent my little toy numerous ones tonight, but they’re still unread.
It makes me fucking restless to wait for a reply. Why the hell isn’t she checking her phone? That’s not like her.
“Hand me one, too,” Jasper says, entering the kitchen with Ava and Hayley in tow. Kit and Kara are too busy making out on the couch.
Retrieving the bottles, I shut the fridge and place my phone down. As I root through the drawer for a bottle opener, Hayley lifts herself up beside me on the counter. Her long, bare legs dangle in the air, her ankles crossed, and her short, pink, leather skirt barely covers her panties.
Ava opens the fridge behind me and pulls out a leopard print can of gin and tonic.
“I like your parents, Jasper,” Hayley says. “They always keep the fridge stocked.”
After opening my bottle of beer, I toss him the opener, and he catches it one-handed.
“There are perks to parents who make lots of money and are rarely home.”
“Besides the obvious abandonment issues?” Ava questions, shutting the fridge before pulling her denim skirt back down.
I don’t know why she wears the damn thing because it keeps riding up her waist.
“There are those,” Jasper replies with a smirk, winking at her as he presses the bottle to his lips. The innuendo in his voice is impossible to miss. I whack him over the back of the head.
With a surprised grunt, beer spilling onto his chin, he flips me off, then wipes the droplets away with the palm of his hand. “Thanks, man.”
I sip my beer, eyeing him while he shakes out his hand.
Hayley lifts her chin in the direction of my phone. “What’s with the long face?”
Instead of replying, I leave the kitchen. Kit and Kara are dry humping on Jasper’s sectional, so I take a seat on one of the armchairs and reach over to pick up the remote control from the coffee table. The others sidle out of the kitchen, Ava and Hayley with matching gin and tonics.
Hayley plants herself in my lap, and Ava sits down on the edge of the sectional, as far away from Kit and Kara as possible.
The look on her face is comical. “There are bedrooms upstairs, you know?”
