Page 92 of Bronco

“Dick,” she whispers. “I need your dick, Bronc.”

“You’re sore,” I remind her, my hand already at my buckle as I stand.

“Shut up and fuck me.”

I grin, dropping my jeans and briefs to my ankles as I reach for her feet. I’m standing, flush up against her, pulling her legs in front of my chest at an angle. “So glad you’re flexible.” I hold my cock, teasing the tip over her clit as she grips the comforter with both hands.

“I guess all those yoga classes paid off.”

I tease her until she’s writhing against me, begging me in short, sweet gasps and when I can’t take it anymore, I slide all the way in to the hilt. “Gonna be fast.” I pull out and slam back in. “Got me so fuckin’ worked up with that smart mouth of yours.”

She cups her tits and I stare at them while I plunge in and out of her. She grips me like a vice, my dick throbbing as I try to make it last a little longer. Amber’s grip on the comforter tells me she’s close, and I am, too.

“So good, you’re so sexy.”

Her words are my undoing, and I spurt with ferocity as I come undone, clenching my teeth as she falls, too. I reach down to my cock, pulling out slightly as I watch my cum shoot all over her pussy and lower abs. I like to make sure I’m everywhere.

“Jesus.” I’m a sweaty fucking mess as I plunge in, making sure I coat myself in all our juices, and pull out again.

“I should clean you up,” she pants.

Oh, fuck, what?

“You’re gonna?—”

She reaches between my legs as she sits up, scooting toward the end of the bed as her hot little tongue licks my tip, and down my length as she does exactly that.

“Gonna have me revved up again in no time,” I pant, watching her work between my legs.

“I think I’m addicted to your dick.”

“You know that’s a package deal. You can’t get one without the other.”

She looks up at me, her tongue swirling over my head. “Don’t get jealous. I’m addicted to you, too.”

I grin, cupping one side of her face. “Your mouth is gettin’ dirtier the more you hang out with me.”

“You’re a bad influence.”

I yank her to her knees, bending down to kiss her. Tasting myself and her on my tongue, I groan. “Love seein’ my cum spillin’ out of you.”

“Yes, you do tend to make a mess.”

I smack her bare ass cheek lightly as she yelps. “Can’t help that you make me crazy.”

“I wish you could stay over again.”

“Me too, but I get why I can’t. I think my dog’s right at home here, though.”

He hasn’t even been in to check on us. Right on cue, he lets out a growl.

I quickly pull up my jeans and underwear, securing my belt as I move across the bedroom. It could just be Olive, but Titan wouldn’t make a sound like that. It’s a warning.

I see him down the hallway, his tail straight, his stance ready for battle as he stares at the back door. I head his way, touching his head as I pass him. “Good boy, Tite.”

I don’t carry a piece, but I do have a knife inside my cut, which I realize is back on the couch.

“Is everything okay?” Amber asks behind me.

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