Page 45 of Voracious

I flip her over and ease into her from behind. Her pussy is soaking, dripping down her thighs as I fuck into her again, all the way to the hilt.

The angle I’m hitting and the way her ass is shaking has me seeing stars. Black spots crowd my vision as I grit my teeth, wrapping her ponytail around my fist and using the leverage to fuck her harder.

There’s only the sound of slapping skin and her moaning my name, then Stacey lets out a pleasurable cry as her pussy strangles me through her orgasm. It crashes into her like a tidal wave, but I don’t stop. I keep the pace, yanking her hips back so she only has her hands on the car. I lean over her and drop my hand down from her waist to between her legs, and coat my fingers in her arousal.

She screams as I go faster, circling herclitwith equal speed.

My cock throbs inside her with each hard thrust. “Fuck, Stacey,” I growl as I screw my eyes shut – then go completely still as I come inside her, my orgasm nearly decking me. “Fuck.”

It takes us a few moments to come down from our highs. I ease out of her slowly,mesmerisedby the sight of my cum leaking down her thighs. Turning her around to face me, I grab her jaw and kiss her while still attempting to catch my breath.

“Does that prove I still want you? That I’m attracted to everything about you?”

All she can do is nod, dazed, her eyes completely dilated.

“Good. Remember that when you have any doubts. You’re stuck with me, Freckles.” I raise her chin to look at me when her head drops and kiss her again. “Get used to it.”

I help her get dressed, and we stop at the closest bathroom so she can use the toilet. We grab food, and once the car is parked at the Ride and Fly, we do some shopping. I buy her a Kindle and perfume, and us both a camera, before settling in the pub while we wait to depart.

“Your cum is leaking out of me,” she randomly tells me as she takes a picture of our boarding passes. The group of grannies nearby give us a horrifying look. “No, I’m serious. When I sneezed? Boom.”

I choke on my beer. “Sometimes I wish you’d keep this shit to yourself.”

She sips her fruity cider. “You love it.”

I love you,I want to say. But instead, I laugh and say, “Drink up. We board in twenty minutes.”

Greece is hot as fuck considering it isn’t peak season.

On the first day, we explore the area and book matching tattoos for the last day. I drew us a dead rose with some lyrics fromThe Greatest Showmanmingled into it.

We eat, drink and go to the beach. I watch Stacey as she sunbathes in a tight little bikini. Try not to get hard as I rub sun cream over her back and legs, and try not to push into her as I carry her in the water.

A few days later, while we’re sitting in a restaurant, a little girl, about four years old, has lost her parents. Stacey asks if she’s okay, and when she starts to cry, I take her small hand and we search for the parents. When she gets really upset, I carry her through the restaurant, asking the owner if he’s noticed anyone looking for their kid.

She’s starting to burn, so we buy a high factor of sun cream, and Stacey lathers her with it while I jump into other shops and ask if anyone lost a kid.

An hour later, she’s asleep in my arms, and I’m hunting on my phone for the nearest police station, since it’s nearly midnight.

Stacey is looking at me with a strange expression, and I raise a brow. “What?”

“Seeing you with kids makes me feral,” she says in a whisper.

I chuckle and take her hand, still managing to carry the little girl while we walk towards the station. Stacey keeps silently screaming that I suit being a dad.

The parents are running towards us when we reach the station, and thank us while hugging their kid. They’re crying and tell us she ran off while they were talking to other holidaymakers.

I give the kid a high five, and an officer thanks us again before we leave. But Stacey is still going. She keeps informing me that she’ll come off the pill in exactly five years and can’t wait to see me with my own kids.

Wishful thinking, right? She must feel the same way about me as I do her surely?

I love her, and I want to tell her I love her, but what if I’m being too pushy?

Maybe I should tell her how I feel and see her reaction. Maybe it’ll be good to know we’re on the same page. She is my girlfriend after all. I should be honest about my feelings.

On the fourth night, we spend all day at a pool with a swim-up bar, and we’re smashed and kissing in the water. People can see us, but who cares?

You see this girl here? She’s mine.

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