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Prologue

Rhodie

Fuck I love it when Chewy does that thing with her tongue. She’s so fucking perfect and always horny for me, especially after “dispatching” the bad guys.

“Fuck, yes baby, just like that, don’t stop,” I hiss out.

She grins up at me, whiskey eyes sparkling, my cock pressing obscenely against the side of her cheek before she sucks me down again. I let her pump my shaft with her hand, her tongue working me over for two more pumps, fuck it, maybe three, before I yank her off, my hands holding her under her arms, lifting her until she’s hovering over my hard cock.

“Line me up baby, I want to cum in your tight pussy,”

“Aye, aye captain!” She salutes, gripping me in her small fist.

She rubs the crown of my cock through her dripping folds, the little tease, before I feel her sink down, impaling me in her wet heat. We both groan, Chewy’s head lolling back on her shoulders as she pumps her legs, rising and falling, her large breasts bouncing in rhythm. Watching her like this, taking her pleasure, is one of my favorite things to do. Watching her sleep, and maim people, come a close second and third.

She opens her eyes, staring at me, gifting me her gaze before her lips tilt and she leans back, resting her hands on my calves so she’s stretched out riding me. Moving my hand from her soft hip I rest it behind my head, relaxing back as I enjoy the view of my ol lady’s pussy. Her plump lips spread wide around my cock, her cream running down my shaft, her clit swollen and proud, begging me to work it just the way she likes. Leaning up I let a string of saliva fall onto her candy pink nub, before resuming my position, one hand behind my head, the other flat against her stomach, my thumb gliding from the base of my shaft, collecting a little more of her wetness to join my spit on her pussy as I rub her clit.

Chewy lets out a whimper and her thighs start to shake, so I know she’s close. I flick her clit before pinching it and she explodes around me, flooding me with her release, her screams of pleasure bouncing off the walls. She’s glorious like this, hair wild, body shaking, whimpering. All because of me. Sitting up I gently run my hands up her sides, wrapping my arms around her, pulling her into my chest. Pressing kisses to her temple I let her flop against me as I gently rock my hips, my cock sliding slowly in and out of her quivering pussy.

“I can’t take anymore,” Chewy breathlessly moans, but she tells lies. She’s rocking back against me, her hips matching my rhythm.

“Give me one more baby, one more and I’ll cum with you,” I whisper, hooking some of her curls behind her ear, exposing the sensitive place on her neck where I lay a kiss.

“I want your cum Rhodie. Please, I need it. I need you.” she whines, circling her hips.

I know what she’s searching for. I know all her needs and what will set her off. She doesn’t need slow, gentle love making right now. She needs to be fucked. I run my hands down her back, gripping her perfect, plump ass. Spreading her cheeks wide I ram up into her, relishing the squeal she makes, her face pressed against my jaw.

“Just like that! Yes, baby, please!” she begs.

I do it again. And again and again. My grip on her ass is punishing as I buck up into her hot slick core. She begins to shake in my arms, and I marvel every time how fucking responsive she is, how sensitive she is and how much she loves to be fucked every which way. The base of my back starts to tingle, my balls pulling up tight ready to blow and, as if her body can read mine, her pussy clamps down, her muscles milking the cum right out of my balls as I shoot my release into her.

Pressing kisses to her cheek, her jaw, her neck, anywhere she’s exposed, we come down together, still joined as she relaxes on my chest.

“Psst, what are you thinking about?” Chewy says in her normal voice. I have no idea why I ever expect her to whisper.

I think for a moment. Chewy loves to know what I’m thinking. And it can’t be “nothing” or something mundane. If it is, she’ll pester me until I think of something more interesting.

“Just thinking about how responsive your body is to mine. How much I love your tight, wet pussy. That sort of stuff.” I shrug, her body moving with mine. “What are you thinking?”

“Just about the Manwitch.” She says, a finger playing with my chest hair as her head rests between my shoulder and jaw.

“You mean that shit he said about me having a daughter and she’s waiting for you to find her?”

“Yeah. That.”

I move slightly so I can see her face. “Babe, I have no clue what the fuck he was on about. Dude is weird as hell. Besides, I thought you didn’t believe in his visions?”

She scrunches up her face, “Usually pattern recognition is all it is. But I’ve researched it and there is no way he could have pattern recognition good enough to find Vi out of nowhere. So what if hedoeshave some type of magic juju?”

“Magic juju?” I ask, my brow raising.

“Well, what would you call it? It’s clearly not science.” Her brows pinch, “Unless it is and I haven’t researched enough fringe experiments, maybe?” she says more to herself, than to me.

“Well, we both know that we don’t have a kid out there. You know I don’t have any kids anywhere.”

“As far as you know,” she adds.

I roll my eyes, “Fine, as far as I know.” I better fucking not. I refuse to be Jules Tombs part II. “Besides, are we doing kids? Or are we just Chomper type people?”

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