Page 138 of Insatiable

Her green eyes drop to my dick, and she wraps her hand around it, using her grip to yank me towards her. “Am I a slut?”

I bite my lip. “You’remyslut.”

She narrows her eyes, watching me as she starts to pump me in her hand. “Better. But I’m not yours.”

“And I’m not yours.”

She keeps stroking my cock, but I grip her wrist, because I’m far too turned on to hold back if I need to cum. I want to spill inside her. I want to see it drip from her cunt, only so I can use my fingers to stuff it back inside her.

Not once have I ever wanted to cum inside someone, but with Stacey, I crave it. Maybe it’s because she was once carrying our child and I witnessed the start of the swelling of her womb. I loved her already, but knowing she was going to be the mother of my child made me worship her in ways I had no idea existed.

I wanted to marry her at the age of nineteen, for fuck’s sake.

We were young, but we were fully prepared to take on every single hurdle that would’ve been thrown at us.

Until that last one.

I shake off my thoughts and stare at the beautiful woman in front of me – her freckled, tanned skin, the curves she hates but I love.

I walk her into the water, turning her then pressing my front to her back and caressing her tits. I roll each nipple between my finger and thumb. My cock twitches against her ass.

“I need more.”

I pinch her nipple, and her head drops back to my chest. “More what?” I ask.

“Of you. This. The way it feels.”

Same. Fucking same here.

“How does it feel?”

“Good,” she replies, grabbing the back of my head with one hand and reaching the other behind her for my dick. “It feels good like this, Kade.”

My balls tighten as she carefully works me in her palm.

“That’s all?” I ask, sucking drops of water off her heated skin, working my lips up the side of her throat. “I’m going to make you feel more than fuckinggood.”

I could thrust forward and be fully sheathed in her depths. One wet movement, and I’d be inside her. One thrust, and she’d be full of my cock.

I move Stacey’s grip off my dick, both my hands on her ass now, spreading her cheeks. The swollen crown eases between them, and I stop pushing forward when the head reaches the entrance of her pussy. “You want this?”

“Yes,” she breathes, fisting my hair and arching her back so I have a better angle. “Please fuck me, Kade.”

“So pretty when you beg,” I whisper against her ear as the tip of my dick slowly sinks into her. “Sofuckingpretty.”

A hard thrust, and I’m wrapped securely by her cunt.

We both gasp, and I stay still, trying to stop my pounding heart from jumping out of my chest.

“Hands on the tiles.”

She lets go of my hair and does as she’s told, bending slightly.

I wipe my palm down my face, watching her body, my cock inside her, her pussy firmly capturing it. I run my hand down her spine, stopping at the base and pressing my thumb against her tight hole, making her flinch. “Can I fuck you here?”

“Absolutely not.”

I chuckle and move my thumb. “Next time.”

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