Page 11 of Hell & Back

Not for the first time, he marveled at his ability to have lived with her for so long and not touched her. At the time, he’d been fooling himself, thinking that he only thought of her as a friend.

He’d been a lousy liar.

Without him realizing it, he’d been falling in love with her a little at a time, day by day, from the first moment he met her. Until his dying breath he would never forget how it felt to sink his hard cock into her welcoming pussy for the first time. It had felt like coming home. And every time after that, the feeling only continued to grow stronger. She was his reason for breathing.

“Fuck, your pussy’s tight,” he growled and hammered into her. If his phone didn’t stop ringing he was going to throw it against the wall. He didn’t care if the house was on fire, he wasn’t stopping fucking Kylie until they both got off.

His phone finally stopped ringing. Thank fuck.

Darren groaned as it started right back up again.

“God damn it.” Darren was so close, it wouldn’t take but a handful of pumps to get off and from the way Kylie’s pussy kept squeezing at his dick, she was right there, too.

“Do you need to answer it?” Kylie panted, her hand desperately clutching his ass.

“Son of a bitch. Hang on.” He planted himself to the root and reached behind him for his phone on the nightstand. Shit. It was Race. “Yeah?” he huffed.

“Any news on Tuck?”

“Not a good time, Race.” He thought his eyes were going to cross when Kylie’s hand reached between her legs and cupped his balls, giving them a squeeze. Damn if it didn’t feel good.

“You’re fucking Kylie right now?” Race’s voice was way too cheerful. Fucker was acting like a twelve-year-old.

“Yeaaah.” He was unable to stop the groan before it slipped out, he was too close to coming. His woman was so impatient tofind her release that she’d continued urgently rocking back and forth on his dick, keeping things going.

He heard Race laughing right before he said, “Call me when you’re done,” and hung up. He tossed his phone on the bed behind him, gripped her hip tighter with one hand and moved his fingers of the other to work her clit.

“Yes, Darren. Yes, just like that. Please make me come,” Kylie begged. Her head was tipped back against his shoulder, her long strawberry blonde hair spread out all over them both. He loved her fucking hair. He especially loved twisting it in his hand while he fucked her from behind. He groaned and jerked his hips when she reached back and fisted her hand in his hair, bringing his mouth to her neck.

With his size, he was easily able to fold himself around her to get a better view over her shoulder to where his dick was taking her pussy over and over again. Seeing her wetness all over his cock only made him go at her harder. He opened his mouth against her neck and gave it a playful nip. Her grip she had on his hair tightened. How had he gotten so lucky?

The only thing equal to fucking Kylie was watching as Tuck fucked her. Watching the two of them together, he was able to take in her every little facial expression that danced across her face. They ranged from hunger and eating them alive with her heavy-lidded gaze, to awe at the way they pleasured her, then surprise as her orgasm took over her. The sounds she made ranged from her gasping when one of them found just the right spot to wreck her world, to moaning with desire as her pleasure built, to screaming in ecstasy. Then there was the completely satisfied look that came over her beautiful face as she came down from her high. It was so soft and sweet, she almost glowed as it spread across her face until her eyes fell closed with a heavy sigh.

Yeah, fucking her until she passed out was the best.

“Come on, Kylie. Need you to come. I’m about to explode.” He bit her neck harder, possibly leaving a mark, pinched her nipple, pinched her clit and pistoned into her sweet, sweet pussy. Her body bucked and quaked under his unrelenting assault.

“Oh, God, Darren!” He had to tighten his grip to keep her firmly in place.

“Uhhhhh! Kylieee!” he threw his face in her neck and shouted his release. His hips thrust back and forth, his rhythm completely gone with each shot of his cum that left his body.

Holding her firmly to his chest, he squeezed his arms around her with his dick still buried inside, enjoying every single aftershock. “Mmmm. That’s right, Kylie girl. Just ride it out. I’ve got you.”

“Holy shit, Darren.” Her voice was hoarse from screaming. “I think you wrecked me,” she panted, still trying to catch her breath. “I don’t know if I can walk after that.” She released her tight grip on his hair and lowered her hand to rest on his ass. She gave it a not so gentle squeeze and collapsed against him, her body limp like a well cooked noodle.

He took a few moments to simply lay with Kylie in his arms, relaxed and happy. Soon enough the reality of their situation would invade their day and it would be a while before they could get another moment like this.

If they could spend the whole day just like this, he’d be a happy man. Unfortunately, with everything going on, he didn’t have that luxury. Hating to be the one to end their perfect morning, he announced it was time to get up. “Gotta get up, babe. That was Race checking on Tuck. We need to get up and go check on him.”

“Okay. Let me grab a quick shower and I’ll be ready to go.”

He slowly slid his softening cock from Kylie’s warm body, allowing her to roll off the other side of the bed. He watched herwalk to the bathroom, his cum dripping down her leg and felt his dick perking up again. Grumbling as he slid off his side of the bed, he reminded his dick who was in charge and to calm his ass down. They’d be buried in Kylie again tonight as they tried to fuck her into unconsciousness so she could sleep.

DARREN

Darren pulled his car to a stop in front of the clubhouse and hopped out, meeting Kylie at the front. “After you use the bathroom, can you hang out either in your office or with the prospects in case the brothers have any questions about what you found out?”

“Sure, honey. Not a problem.” She handed him the folder with her findings from the night before then slipped her hand in his while the other one went to her belly. The further along she got in her pregnancy the more he noticed one or both of her hands settling doing that. He opened the door and waved for her to go first. Upon entering he spotted Cutter behind the bar mopping and Miles was over by the pool tables emptying the large trashcans.

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