Page 30 of Shit Happens in Ivydell

Her pussy is soaked. My fingers probe her until she circles her hips, thrusting to force my fingers deeper. I bring my hand to her mouth and press my fingers between her lips. She sucks them into her mouth and lets me slide them in and out until she’s cleaned her arousal from my skin, her tongue dancing over them when I hold them still.

I debate whether I want to replace my fingers with my dick, knowing I won’t last long in her hot, wet mouth. She said she was sore yesterday. Maybe she’d rather I fuck her mouth.

“You still sore?”

She shakes her head no, her eyes looking like glass as she stares up at me. I need to feel my dick in her mouth, anyway. At least for a little while. Neither one of us has had enough sleep lately, but I want to stay up all night with her.

When my fingers leave her mouth, she licks her lips. My dick jumps. I can’t get it out of my pants fast enough. She doesn’t need any prompting. She knows exactly what I want. I lie flat on my back, and she crawls between my legs, dragging her silky hair across my thigh.

Fuck. I could come from that alone.

She licks up the shaft and swirls her tongue around the perimeter of the tip, circling closer to the center. I love when she does this. Her eyes shine up at me when she cleans the pre-cum, tastes me like she’s savoring it.

As much as I enjoy what she’s doing, I suddenly need to be deep inside her pussy, feeling her tight walls constricting around me.

I pull her up and flip her onto her back. Her legs spread for me as soon as I’m positioned over her. “I love how easily you give up this sweet pussy.”

“Only for you, Daddy.” She drags her fingernails up my back. Goosebumps cover my shoulders and spread down my arms.

“Mmmm, you could make a good man do bad things.”

“Nothing you do to me is bad.”

“I said a good man.” I kiss her neck, bite at the base as I sink into her juicy snatch.

She gasps while I advance, stretching her without pausing. Her legs spread wider, and then she draws one in to wrap around my lower back. “You are a good man.”

“Who told you that?”

“I don’t need to be told.” Her hips circle again, her ass grinding against my balls.

I’m not sure if I’m a good man, but she is better than good. And I want her woven into every part of my life. All our fears and desperation and triumphs intricately stitched together like a tapestry. It’s too soon to say things like that out loud. Too soon to be thinking about them, but my brain switches to autopilot when her clothes come off. Half the time when her clothes are on, I’m having dangerous thoughts about her, too.

Her nipple contracts between my fingers, and I squeeze incrementally harder until she whimpers. The way her body responds when I’m rough with her sends me so close to the edge. Her warm juices gush around my cock to flood the sheet beneath us.

And then she moans softly as I release her nipple. Her expression radiates ecstasy. She lets go for me, gets lost in the pleasure, trusts me to find her limits.

The pressure of her heel digging into my ass, guiding me back into her as soon I pull my hips is more erotic than it has a right to be. She relinquishes so much control, but she still lets me know what she wants.

I give her every inch again, groaning as her tightness pulls me deeper.

“You take my dick so well.”

“I love the way you fuck me.”

Sliding my fingers around her opening at the base of my dick, I coat them good with her slickness, dragging it down to rim her asshole. It cinches tighter as I tease around it. When I push a finger inside, her fingernails carve half-moons into my shoulders. I wedge a second finger in to the second knuckle and she draws a measured breath as her nails engrave deeper indentions in my skin.

My hips rock forward and back, sawing my cock faster and faster into her. I wiggle my fingers to ream her reluctant hole, and she releases a clipped shriek as they slip past her tight protective ring of muscle. Her body grants me access like I’ve uttered a secret password, enabling my fingers to fuck her ass with the same cadence as my cock plunging into her pussy. Her body accommodates my hunger so exquisitely.

When her eyelids flutter, my dam bursts. I fill her in every way I can, using her until I’m completely spent. I want to feel the bliss of having my cock buried in her perfect ass, but I won’t push her to give me anything more than she has tonight. She’s tired, and I’m not sure how long it would take me to rise to the occasion again, anyway.

I indulged in more self-love this afternoon before she got back than I’d be comfortable admitting. I couldn’t get her out of my head.

“Let’s shower together, and then I’ll lick your pussy until you come as many times as you want. Until you fall asleep with my mouth worshipping your swollen clit.”

“You might have to carry me to the bathroom.”

I lift my arm weakly and let it fall limp back onto the mattress. “Oh, shit. We might both have to crawl.”

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