Page 51 of UnScripted

“That’s right baby. Come on my cock. I want to feel it.”

“You’re so dirty, Rog,” I moan,

“You think this is dirty, baby? Christ, you’re sweet,” he pants on the verge of his own release.

I can’t answer as the crest of the wave comes and crashes over me before pulling me under.

“Dev…,” he calls out hoarsely a few seconds before I feel the hot gush of his come unleash like a tidal wave.

The extra wetness makes his monster cock slip further into me than I thought was possible. He pumps hard and fast and I cry out as aftershocks rip through me.

He falls against me. He’s heavy as hell but I love it. We lay on the bed, in a twisted heap of pants and limbs, hearts racing as one as the sound of hooting owls and crickets replace our heavy breathing as we recover from the greatest fuck of our lives.

At least it was for me.

“Rog?” I finally ask when I can speak.

“Yeah, babe?”

“You came in me.”

“And you loved it,” he replies slipping out causing us both to moan. We’re still sensitive from coming.

“I’m clean sugar and I trust you.”

My heart clenches.He trusts me.

“B-but…”

“I had a vasectomy. A few years back after some whack chick tried to trap me.”

Stunned, I rollover to look at him.

“Don’t worry. It’s reversible,” he winks walking buck ass naked into the bathroom to clean up.

“Thanks for the cuddle,” I call out after him “just so you know—I’m a girl who needs to spoon after sex!”

“Oh, Dev,” his head peeks out of the doorway, “I’m gonna hold you all night and probably half of the day tomorrow. I told ya’ you’re mine.”

I’m spent. He did most of the work, but my legs feel like rubber. I turn down the comforter and crawl underneath. It’s almost fall, and the nights here feel like it.

Rog is back, peeling back the blankets and pressing a lukewarm cloth between my legs. I try to press my legs together feeling shy, but his mouth takes mine as he cleans me. And somehow, it feels more intimate and naughty than what we just shared.

He tosses the cloth to the floor, hauls me into his arms and throws a thick thigh over me.

“Sleep,” he commands.

I snuggle back into his thick chest, sigh and do what he says.

I feel soft hands cup my cheeks, petting my beard.

“Good morning.” My angel murmurs, her soft hands still cupping my jaw.

“Mmm,” I answer holding her closer, one hand holding a breast like I own it.

I grin, becauseI do.

Birds chirp, the fire’s gone out and the air is damp with a chill. It’s not quite dawn yet. I slept like a rock after coming in her like a freight train. My dick’s wide awake; anxious to go again.

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