Page 50 of Second Go-Round

My dick bucked inside her, and I made a deep noise of appreciation I hadn’t felt until that moment. Christine was on me. Mine for the night. That initial sense of jealousy faded, my insides settling. “Do you like that he’s getting off while watching you fuck yourself on my cock?”

Christine licked her lip and nodded, a shiver shifting her in my hold.

“Do you want him to come over here and touch you?” I whispered against her ear, hating that I needed to know if her fantasy included me sharing her with another man.

Her lower lip disappeared between her teeth, and my heart seized at the thought she deliberated. She shook her head though, and my breath left in a rush.

Thank fuck.

I thrust up to meet her, and her eyes shut, a whimper once more parting her lips. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, and this pussy…” I groaned, burying deep inside her. “So wet.” I thrust again. “Hot.”

Christine moaned, and I slid my touch lower to cup where I impaled her, slickness smearing over my fingers.

I hissed at how intensely my balls throbbed for release. Needing a breather, I stilled and lifted my hand. “Taste how much your body craves me, how good we are together.”

She hesitated, her eyelids popping open, but she stared at my fingers—not Micah.

I tightened my grip on her hair. “Do it.”

The tip of her tongue darted out and licked the top of my middle finger.

“More,” I said, stabbing up as hard as I could, jolting her body on my cock.

She closed her mouth over the two fingers I offered her and hollowed her cheeks, sucking them clean, her tongue hot on my flesh.

“Christ, Christine,” I growled, releasing my hold on her hair to band my arm around her chest. My hips moved without thought, fucking deep inside her heat, my other hand sliding between her splayed thighs. Her clit protruded above swelled labia, her arousal slick and dripping from my balls to the sheet beneath us.

Whimpers leaked from her parted lips, and she arched against my chest.

I thrust deep against her womb, and she gasped, fingernails digging into my forearm as I rimmed where we joined with teasing fingertips.

“Oh, God,” she groaned the words as I blatantly ignored her clit. “Fuck me—touch me. Please, Jarod.”

The way she begged, her wrecked tone…fuck, Christine called out to me on so many levels. A soft whine built in her throat, please in repeat whispering past her lips.

Cursing and losing myself to our shared need, I pushed forward, trapping her body beneath me on the bed. My hips jacked, my dick rutting into her in desperation to find completion with her.

“Need you to come for me,” I growled into her ear, my arms trapped beneath her curves, fingers seeking to send her flying. “Take me with you.”

She gasped and whimpered beneath me, strands of her hair plastered to her sweating cheek and forehead. Her lips parted, and the telltale whine built in her chest.

“Yes,” I hissed. “Just like that.” I bit at her neck, wanting to be deeper. Lost inside her. “Please.”

I pinched her clit hard between my fingers, and she shrieked, her body convulsing beneath me, pussy like a vise around my cock.

Micah grunted from the corner of the room, but I was too far gone to give a shit he got to see how beautifully she released for me.

“Oh, God! Fuck!” She shrieked again as I pinched harder.

My balls seized up, and I gave over to my instincts, sitting up to my knees and yanking her hips off the mattress. I slammed into her tight heat, grunting and groaning with every thrust, wild and out of control on a mission to finish while she pulsed around my cock.

“Fuck!” My taint convulsed, and cum erupted up my shaft, causing stars to burst behind my eyelids. “Goddamn, Christine!”

I clenched my jaw, release pumping through me in throbbing spurts. “Fucking hell,” I gasped once finished, a full body shudder unclenching my muscles. Heaving for breath, I opened my eyes, attempting to focus through the haze of euphoria and the woman who’d taken me there.

Christine lay like a corpse beneath me except for the air panting from her mouth, fluttering the strands of hair over her face. Pink fused her cheeks, highlighting the spattering of freckles over her nose. Plump lips, stubborn chin…

A soft smile curved my lips as I slid my palms down her back, hands once more flaring around her wide hips. I’d left bruises on her skin…marked her like a fucking savage. I felt no shame. No remorse.

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