Page 53 of Property of Shotgun

It’s fucking glorious, and when I’ve slurped up every drop, I pull my fingers out of her, and spread her pussy lips. Finding her clit all swollen and pulsing, I spit on it before taking my fingers back to it, rubbing it furiously.

Her legs close around my head, but I don’t let up.

“One more, mama. One more on my tongue, and I’ll give you my cock and take two more from you. Then, and only then, will I fill you with cum, and watch it leak down your pretty thighs.”

“Oh, fuck,” she cries, then she covers her mouth, muffling the most sensual sound I’ve ever heard come from her filthy little mouth, and I wring another orgasm from her tight little body.

My tongue slows, lapping at her as she comes down from her high. The scent of her pussy is all over me, and I consider not washing my face to see how long it will take for it to wear. Pressing a kiss to her thigh, I roll onto my back. My fingers close around her ankles, and I drag her legs over my chest.

“I don’t know if I can take anymore,” she pants, smoothing her hands over her sweat clad body.

“You can, and you will,” I tell her, grabbing her by the hips. I pull her up so that she’s on her knees and position her so that she’s straddling me. My cock springs forward, and cum drips from the tip onto my stomach. She swipes at it with her finger, then rubs it into her nipple.

I pinch the other one while my free hand travels up her body, and my fingers circle her neck. “Sit on my cock, mama. It’s gonna be three weeks before you can do it again, so you better make it count.”

“Is that a dare?”

“Take it as you wish,” I grunt, applying pressure to her neck.

She bends down, taking my bottom lip between her teeth. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that all you think about when you’re in California is my cunt and how empty it is without you.”

I wanna tell her that she doesn’t have to trouble herself, that it’s all I’m going to be thinking about anyway, but I’d only be doing a disservice to us both. Jade loves to fuck, but she loves it most when we fuck filthy, hard, and rough.”

She pulls my cock to her entrance and drops down hard, her ass smacks against my thighs and her tits bounce in my face, and she keeps at that pace, pulling off me only to pounce down hard, and harder. My fingers tighten around her neck in a feeble attempt to slow this down, but I like it just as fucking hard as her.

I slap her ass until it’s red and the palm of my hand stings. The sound of our flesh smacking and the scent of dirty sex fills the room, along with our moans, and all the filthy promises we make to one another. I lower my other hand between her legs and play with her oversensitive clit. Two strokes, that’s all it takes before she impales herself on my cock, her cunt spasms around me, and when I see her mouth open, my hand leaves her neck and flies up to her lips. Shoving my fingers into her mouth, I watch her fall apart as she moans around them.

My hips thrust upward, and with the hand I was using on her clit, I grab her hip, holding on as tight as I can as I fuck her mindlessly. There is no thought of tracking her cycle. I don’t worry about waking the kids. I don’t even care to know if I’m tearing her pussy apart. My vision blurs and with one more hard thrust, I welcome my release, shooting it deep inside her.

I pull my fingers out from between her lips and squeeze her tit as I try to remember how the fuck I’m supposed to breathe. When it feels like I have absolutely no strength, I release my hold on her. My hands flop onto the mattress, and she falls over me, her tits pressed tight against my chest, her face in my neck. We lay like that for a while, neither of us able to move. And even when I start to feel my cum leak out of her, I don’t make any attempt to move. It trickles down my thigh, and I still don’t fucking move.

“Don’t leave tonight. I want to sleep just like this, sticky with sweat, your arms wrapped around me, and your cock inside me.”

I take that as my cue to wind my arms around her. “The kids, Jade.”

“The door is locked, and if they wake before us, then we’ll just tell them the truth,” she whispers. “I don’t want to sneak around anymore, especially not in my own house. When you come home, I want you in this bed with me every night. I want your face to be the first thing I see in the morning, and maybe that’s selfish of me, but I don’t really think so. I think my boys want you close too.”

My chest tightens and my throat goes dry.

I want all that too.

So I give myself a pass, and I let myself fall asleep with my woman in my arms.

“I don’t want you to leave,” Raiden says, his lower lip quivering slightly. “You promised you wouldn’t.”

The kid is fucking killing me. All three of them.

“I’m not leavingyou, Raiden. I’ll be back in three weeks, and you can Facetime me any time you want.”

“It’s not the same,” he argues, furiously wiping at the stray tear that slides down his cheek. He reminds me so much of Legend on the day of Irish’s funeral.

“It’s not, but please don’t think I am not coming back to you. I’d be lost without you guys, and I promise I need you more than you need me.”

Legend comes to stand behind his brother, placing a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay, Raiden. When Uncle Shotty makes a promise, he never breaks it. Just give him your pinky to seal the deal.”

Fuck.

This kid is going to make me cry. I swallow the lump in my throat, and wink at him, silently praying my emotions remain in check. Then I bring my attention back to Raiden and hold out my pinky. He hesitates for about a second before wrapping his little pinky around mine.

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