Page 37 of Voracious

I shrug. “Ewanwants me to work for him, but I like just doing jobs here and there with him for extra cash. I think I’ll look into aeronautical engineering.”

She whistles. “Please tell me you’ll wear glasses while you’re studying?”

“I have perfect vision, Freckles.”

The water lapses nearby. “Wearlenslessones then.”

“Only if you wear them while riding me.”

Stacey tries not to laugh but fails. The first time she climbed on me and sank onto my cock, we both had no idea what to do. It took a few minutes of moving around, her gyrating in all directions, and then me thrusting upwards until we were comfortable.

I say comfortable, but I got a cramp in the back of my thigh, and we had to rub it out and start again.

I think it might be myfavouriteposition now. Her above me, me beneath her, especially as she turns into a bag of bones after her orgasm and falls asleep on my chest.

Last night, she was straddling me, ordering me to go harder and faster, until I was fucking up into her and shaking the bed, the headboard smacking the wall. She screamed my name, and I poured every drop of cum inside her.

My dick needs to stop twitching.

“I like this,” she says, her voice soft as her fingers link with mine. “Us lying in the grass and watching the stars.”

I turn my head to look at her, her eyes dancing as she keeps them on the moon. I smile, but it drops when she says, “You’re usually a moody prick.”

I narrow my gaze, pulling at the grass and throwing a handful at her.

“Hey! I was kidding!”

Little shit.

She melts as I cover her mouth with mine, sinking my teeth into her lip teasingly, but then she shoves my chest to get me away, and we settle on our backs again.

“I just mean it’s relaxing. I think if I ever took my last breaths outside, I’d like to be able to see the moon.” As grim as that statement is, she lets out a peaceful sigh. “It’s beautiful.”

With my eyes on her, I say, “So beautiful.”

I want you forever, I say in my head.

“Have you thought of names for the pups yet?”

I smirk, because I know she’s going to kill me. “I named one; you can name the other. The small one is called The Destroyer.”

Stacey sits up, eyes large. “You aren’t serious…”

“Very. He suits it, doesn’t he?”

She disagrees. “He’s scared of the TV, jumps when someone sneezes and has fallen over his two front paws too many times to count. No, he doesn’t suit it.”

“What would be a better name then?”

She thinks for a second, pressing her hand to my shoulder so I lie back again then rests her head on my chest. “Maybe Hopper. He hops around a lot.”

I snort. “Fine. Hopper it is. And the other?”

“I had a dog when I was younger, and my mum wanted to call him Milo, but my dad refused and called him Bruce instead.” She’s silent for a beat. “She died a year later, and my dadrehomedhim before I got home from school.”

Her dad’s a dick. “Milo then.”

She smiles, her eyes glassy. “Milo and Hopper.”

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