Page 42 of Late to Love

Her answering laugh is low and dark. “Do your worst.”

I slam home, both of us moaning. She’s so fucking tight around me, probably swollen from last night’s activities, and it’s that much better. I pull back and thrust again, needing to fuck her like I need to breathe. Her tits move with the force of my thrusts, and I lean down to capture one in my mouth, sucking the nipple in and biting down.

“Ow,fuck!” she yelps.

I don’t stop. She’ll take it.

Sure enough, her arms wrap around me, pulling me closer even as I pound harder, sucking her nipple much more intently. No way am I going to last.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants. “Harder, Anthony. Harder.”

I’m feral, growling and rutting into her with a ferocity I’m not sure I’ve ever felt. My balls tighten, my back tingles, and I know I’m nearing the edge.

“Come for me, Darcy. I need you to come. Now.”

The command works. She flutters around my cock, her sweet sounds driving me faster and harder.

She yells with her orgasm, her nails scraping down my back in a painfully delicious move that has me hissing in pleasure. I come instantly, growling into the curve of her neck as I hold her leg tight against my hip. She arches into me, a string of words and noises I don’t quite understand, but that I love.

Slowly, we still, and she holds me tight to her.

“That was amazing,” she finally says, her words slurred as though she’s drunk.

I chuckle. “It better have been.” Then I pull out, my cum leaking out of her as I go. It’s sexy as fuck, and I lazily push it back inside, swirling it into her like I did last night.

When I let myself flop onto the mattress onto my back, and Darcy follows, nestling her head onto my chest and humming contentedly.

It’s nice. I probably shouldn’t like it as much as I do, because God knows this can’t be anything other than what this is, but I’m a selfish bastard, so I’ll enjoy it for however long she lets me.

Then her stomach growls, and she giggles. “Sorry.”

I press a quick kiss to her forehead and tap her side, then get up. She rolls over and rises, as well. “Come on. Shower and then I’ll feed you.”

She waggles her eyebrows. “You gonna feed me, or are you gonnafeed me?”

I level her with my best glare. “You need to eat, Darcy.”

She just giggles in response. “Okay, Daddy.”

I roll my eyes and lead the way to the shower.

“Damn, that’s a fine sight,” Darcy says behind me. “Is this what I miss every morning? You striding naked across your loft?”

I give her a wink over my shoulder as I walk. “You should know, stalker.”

She blushes, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever seen. “Shut up.”

“Tell me I’m wrong.”

“You’re wrong,” she protests behind me.

A snort escapes me. “Nice try.”

She hums again, this one a noise of protest. How is it I already know the difference in her hums?

In the bathroom, ironically the only space other than the kitchen that shehasn’tredone in some way yet, I turn the shower on and swivel to face her. “I don’t have much in here. Soap and…soap.”

She shrugs. “It’s okay, Anthony. Not like you planned on needing girl soap.” She smiles.

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