Page 188 of Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions

“Take it—” Alex growled. He was getting close if the way his teeth were gritted was any indication. Or the way he was shaking, his thrusts getting faster and less purposeful. Like he was using every last ounce of energy he had to keep himself going until I finished.

When his hand found my cock, he got his wish.

Scratchy palm, hot and large—I lost the battle with my will, spilling all over him as I drooled into his t-shirt.

“Fuck yes,” Alex groaned, jerking into me faster, faster, one-two-three times. “Squirt for me?—”

And then he was coming too, filling me up with liquid heat, and several more, slightly less violent jerks of his hips.

“You’re so good,” he’d murmured as he’d plucked the fabric out of my mouth and pressed a dozen soothing kisses against my raw lips. He’d lapped at them in appreciation. “Such a pretty, red mouth,” he cooed, before moving on to the rest of my body.

By the time we’d both wound down I was exhausted—and yet somewhat wired up. Alex rearranged us so that we were laying back-to-chest on our sides atop the mattress, and his cock could soften inside my hole. He clutched me from behind, his hands rubbing anywhere and everywhere.

He worshipped me in a way that made me feel both powerful and small.

Small, because he was bigger.

Protected.

Like I didn’t need to worry about anything at all.

Not when Alex was around.

Powerful because I had this big, capable, wonderful man to dote on me—at least…for a few more days.

“We need to get you cleaned up,” Alex sighed after a while. He sounded drugged, almost. Out of his mind with exhaustion. “Your ass is?—”

“That’s the first time you’ve ever called it that.” I was bullshitting. I genuinely couldn’t remember if he had before.

Alex snorted. “Fine. Sorry. My bad, King George. Yourcunt—” I shivered, the grin in his voice not helping with my arousal at the use of the word. “Is full of my cum. We should probably take care of that.”

Dried cum in my asshole was not my favorite thing.

Not even in my top ten.

“I could lick it out of you.” I didn’t have to see Alex’s face to know his eyebrows were wiggling.

“Do what you must,” I agreed, fucked out and exhausted.

“Drama queen,” Alex said affectionately as he carefully pulled out and pushed me onto my belly. I lifted my leg obediently, showing off my leaking hole. Alex groaned, descending down my body immediately, heading right for my entrance. He wasted no time, eating his own cum out of my hole like it was an Olympic sport and he was aiming for gold.

When he came back up, I felt thoroughly debauched. Sore. Sticky. Aching. Empty.

Alex crowded against my back, one thick arm bracing most of his weight while the other worked me open again.

“I swear, I should take Viagra or some shit just so I can stay hard in your cunt all day.” Alex murmured against my ear. “It’s like my favorite place. I’d take a vacation there if I could.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“You love it.”

“I do.” The words escaped and I didn’t stop them. Not when it was true. I did love it. Just like I loved?—

George.

Not right now.

Not. Right. Now.

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