Page 74 of Bronco

“Too fuckin’ pretty with my dick in your mouth.”

“It shut me up for a few minutes, didn’t it?”

I laugh against her lips as I spin her around. She braces against the glass with her hands and I line up behind her. I slide my dick in all the way and she cries out in a long moan.

“Too big for you?” I taunt.

“Oh, you fill me so good.” Her panting breath has me gripping her hips as I pull out, then push back in again.

“Wanna be fucked,AJ?”

“Yes, oh, God, yes!”

I can’t keep it slow this time, I’m too pent up, but I also can’t remember the last time I fucked three times in one night. No way. Even the overachiever that I am couldn’t have predicted this.

“How does it feel? Your best friend bangin’ this sweet pussy.”

“About as good as having your cock in my mouth.”

“Fuck.” I love it when she talks dirty back. “Gonna be quick this time, you touchin’ what’s mine got me worked up.”

“Yours?” she pants.

“Yep.”

“You're confident.”

“Always am.” I move my hands to her tits, cupping them greedily, my thumbs pressing against her hard peaks. “Best fuckin’ tits I’ve ever seen.”

“Oh god, I’m coming, Bronc…” She does just that, her head flopping back as I hammer it home. She squeezes my cock as she comes hard.

I can’t hold on. Stilling, I shoot my load thick and fast, my orgasm making me dizzy as she drains my balls, and I make noises I’ve never made before because this woman makes me feral.

We’re panting, and when I pull out, I see my cum dripping down her thighs. I really love how that looks. I hold her wrist with one hand, then move my other hand between her legs.

“Never gonna unsee this,” I mumble into her neck.

“You’re a very bad man.”

“Who knows how to fine tune your body.”

“Touche.”

I kiss the top of her shoulder. Glancing up, I frown. There’s a mark on her wrist… as I lean in closer, I realize it’s the arm that Amber always wears a thick cuff on. It’s not a mark, it’s a tattoo. “What is that?” I brush my thumb over it and she gasps.

Her reaction catches me off guard. I let go of her and she covers the tattoo with her other hand. “It’s— it’s nothing.”

“Doesn’t look like nothin’. Why have I never seen this before?”

She pushes off the glass, opening the shower door to leave.

“Amber?”

“Just drop it, Bronc, okay?”

I frown. What in the actual fuck? I run a hand through my hair, watching her wrap a towel around her. She starts to walk out, but then stops. I don’t know what the fuck just happened, but it’s like she’d seen a ghost.

I turn the shower taps off, and follow behind her, grabbing a towel off the rail and drying off quickly.

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