Page 67 of Voracious

She wraps her fingers around mine, and I let her take over on my dick while I tug down the front of her bodysuit then reach behind and unclasp her bra. Her precious, swollen tits bounce free, and she moans louder than the song as I take one nipple into my mouth and pinch the other.

I move my mouth to the other nipple, sucking hard while I finger-fuck her.

She moans my name then nearly screams it as her body falls apart above me. Her orgasm smashes into her, and she gasps through it, but I don’t stop, pushing in another finger and rubbing herclitwith my thumb.

Finally, she falls from the peak of her euphoria and winces as I pull out my fingers, lifting them to her mouth. She licks them clean, and I capture her mouth in a kiss.

“Can I fuck you?” I practically plead against her lips.

Stacey stares at me, breathless. “Do you want to?”

“Yes.” I take her throat again, capturing her bottom lip between my teeth.

She wraps her fingers around my dick and rubs the tip against her drenched entrance. Teasing me. Driving me fucking insane.

I let go of her, grab her hips and slam her down on my cock.

The song restarts while she’s riding me. I’m not sure if the mirrors are steaming up from the flames she danced with or us. She moans as I rub herclitwhile she grinds against me, chasing her next orgasm. As soon as it hits her, her cunt strangles me, and I try not to fuck up into her hard and fast since she’s obviously found a rhythm that gets her to her pinnacle.

When she comes down from the high, I flip us so I have Stacey on all fours, slapping her ass and pushing into her from behind. I thrust slowly but hard, pulling the pins from her hair so it cascades down her back and around her. I wrap it around my fist, notice the tattoo of our initials on her back and smile.

Wearing my art like a trophy. Branded asKadefucking Mitchell’s property.

I keep my eyes on it while I bring her to another orgasm, and my balls tighten, my spine twisting with pleasure as I still on a groan and empty inside her.

I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve come inside her. It’s almost like an obsession in itself. My heart rockets, both of us sweating and panting as I pull out and collect the cum sliding down her thigh, shoving it back into her.

She whimpers as I sink my two fingers in to the knuckles, desperate to press my thumb against that forbidden hole. She’ll slap my hand away and call me gross, but the need to lean down and swipe my tongue against it is nearly unbearable.

I don’t even know why. I’ve heard too many stories from Base about anal. He loves it. He also preaches that every person in the world should know what an anal orgasm is.

I just want Stacey to feel good.

I tuck my dick away and watch as she rolls onto her back, completely fucked and out of breath. “Wow.”

Chuckling, I go over to her phone and turn the song off. “I highly recommend not doing that in your routine in London. I’ll end up killing someone for trying to steal my girl.”

She rolls her eyes. “Like I’d ever cheat on you.”

The sound of the front entrance doors opening stops me from replying. We both turn to the studio doors, and Stacey quickly buttons up her bodysuit and gets her bra back on just asTylarpushes into the room with a folder.

“Oh.” She stops, staring at us. Me in my shorts and T-shirt, hair a sweaty mess, and her in herdishevelleddancing outfit, smeared lipstick, and cum leaking down her legs.

Hopefully she can’t see that last part.

Tylarwalks into the middle of the room, freezes again and stares between us both.That’s right. If you were five minutes earlier, you would have seen me bending her over and fucking her into next week.

She looks at my hair, then at Stacey. “Hi. I needed to bring this down for you to sign. The kids got accepted into the competition in Surrey. Can you sign them off?”

Stacey, with shaky hands, gives her a tight smile. “Of course.”

Tylarlooks at me again while Stacey does just that. “Did Lu ask you to fix the lights above the mirror?”

I raise a brow and look behind me at the lights. None seem broken, but before I can say no, Stacey hands her the folder again. “Yes. He said he’d stay back and give me a ride home. Right,Kade?”

I simply hum. She doesn’t believe us. I can tell. She’s going to tellDez, who will confirm it with what he knows, and Stacey will boot me in the balls for not telling her my friend knows about us. Is it bad that I don’t care? Let them all know. What’s the big fucking deal?

As soon asTylarleaves, Stacey sighs and leans her head on my chest. “Sunday can’t come quick enough.Luciellashould know first. I just hate hiding.”

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