Page 27 of Summer's Edge

It’s the dead of night, the rain has finally stopped falling and I can’t get enough of Summer. Can’t get enough of her lips on my cock, my lips on her, or my cock inside her. Or any variation of those things.

She’s sleeping now. She needs it. But in a minute, I’ll wake her because I needher.

As soon as I let myself accept that it was like a dam broke loose in my mind. And then there was no stopping me from having her. Not for anything or anyone.

I’ve been attracted to her since the first night I met her. Ice had invited me and Ruin over for dinner with his family—his wife Barbie and their twin daughters Summer and Eden. They were fifteen, I was almost nineteen. It was so hard keeping my eyes off Summer all night, but I did it. And I locked the thought of ever having her so tightly into some dark chest in my mind it never came up again. Until last night.

At one point, I asked her if she had any protection. She said she was on the pill. And I went and blurted out that it’s a pity because I kinda want her to have my babies. She didn’t say anything, but she gave herself to me even more completely after that. And she tasted and felt too good to worry about Ice killing me if I ever got her pregnant.

I’m standing on the porch, naked, enjoying the feel of the cool, fresh, clean night air on my skin. Drops are falling from the soaked leaves, some glinting silver in the moonlight as they fall. I don’t think this night could get any better.

But then I hear her footsteps on the floorboards behind me. I don’t turn and a few moments later, she wraps her arms around my stomach and leans against my back, her hard nipples pressing into my skin.

“Come back to bed,” she whispers in a sultry voice. It sends a shiver straight through my entire body.

“Man, you really can’t get enough, can you?” I say with a wide grin on my face.

She runs her hand down my stomach and across my cock, which instantly rises to attention under her soft touch.

“Is that a problem for you?”

I grab her hand and spin her around, pressing her against the wooden pillar that holds up the roof over the porch.

“Not at all,” I say then kiss her fiercely, hungrily, my tongue warring with hers.

I lift her up, keep her balanced against the pillar as I hook my arms under her knees and impale her on my cock. She screams as I enter her, but it’s a yell of pure bliss as the smile on her face clearly tells me.

She tries to kiss me again, but I only let her get a small peck in before I start thrusting into her pussy, burying my cock to the hilt, the velvety softness of her pussy all I truly feel. And her nails digging into my back as she holds on for dear life.

She’s screaming again. Screaming my name. It echoes off the trees, louder than thunder. She screams until her voice is just a hoarse whisper.

The whole cabin is shaking from the force of my thrusts, and I still need more of her. Need to be deeper inside her. But it’s no use trying to hold back. She feels too good.

I bury my cock deep in her as I come, holding her close, her pussy gripping my cock like a vise, her fast erratic breaths tickling my neck as she comes too.

We stay like that for a good long while. At least that’s how it feels like.

Her legs are a little wobbly as I set her back down.

“Was that too much?” I ask as I smile at her.

She smiles right back, her eyes shining silver in the moonlight.

“Nope,” she says. “It was exactly what I wanted.”

Then she takes my hand and leads me back to bed, where she falls asleep the moment she rests her head on my chest. This was exactly what I wanted too. And I wish I’d told her that before she went to sleep.

But that’s OK. Tomorrow is a whole new day. And there’s plenty of tomorrows coming after that.

THIRTEEN

Summer

The sun is shining, birds are chirping, and we’re sitting on the porch steps, wrapped in the blanket and sharing one of the cartons of iced coffee. The blanket is covered by the stains of the Joker makeup, but none of it remains on his face. And yet he’s still holding me, still sitting so close that our bodies are literally glued together.

“I should probably throw something on the grill,” he muses. “I’m starving and you must be too.”

“After that workout last night, who wouldn’t be?” I ask and grin at him suggestively.

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