Page 69 of Never Really Mine
I shrug, sitting up. I’m trying to ignore the hard-as-steel cock in my jeans, but it’s nearly throbbing, yearning to be inside her. “You’ve been on edge all week, Mar. I knew you needed a release, and I’m more than happy to be the one to give it to you.”
She simply nods, then glances down at the tent I’m currently sporting. I don’t say anything, figuring she might ignore it, but she doesn’t. She reaches down, unbuttoning them with quick fingers, and pulling both my jeans and my boxers down.
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MARLEY
Islide Beau’s pants down and off his legs, freeing his cock. Drops of moisture sliding from the swollen, red tip, and fuck, if I didn’t want him inside me so badly, I might lick each drop until he’s coming down my throat.
I should have known Beau would have known I needed the release, should have known he’d hear me. I was just so desperate for it that I wasn’t thinking with my head on straight. This might not be the best idea, but I’m past caring and past giving a shit about anything but this current moment.
I rise up, moving forward until my entrance is poised right over him. With one glance, I know he’s just as hungry for this as I am. When he was making me come ten times harder than my vibrator ever will, all I could think about was how empty I felt, how much I needed to have him inside me, needingmoreof him.Allof him.
Beau's strong fingers grip my hips again, this time helping me hold steady as I hover over him. I reach down between us, gripping his warm length and sliding it over my soaked pussy. My wetness coats his cock, and helps him slide inside me easily.. My hips are flush with his, my hands resting against his chest.
Mouth falling open, I revel in the feeling of him inside me. No barriers, no restraint, justfull. He’s hitting in deep—deeper than I’ve ever felt—and it’s so good. I don’t want to move.
Yet, Beau’s guiding my hips up and down, my body moving at its own rhythm as I ride him, exactly the way I wanted to earlier.
“Christ, Marley,” Beau says through gritted teeth, a bead of sweat dripping down his brow. The bed shakes underneath us with the movement of our bodies. “You’re so fucking tight.”
My head drops back, a long guttural cry sliding from my lips at the sensations of him. He’s lifting his hips, meeting the motions of of my hips and body rocking against his.
“I need to—” he chokes out. “Fuck, I can’t think.”
I can’t help but laugh at his words. There’s a deep furrow in his brow as he tries to verbalize another set of words.
He bends his knees, letting me lean back against them. “Need to take over,” he groans. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I say with a groan as he hits that deep spot again.
He thrusts his hips up, fingers digging into my hips. Faster and faster until I feel him jerking underneath me, hips bucking and cock filling me with his cum.
“Ah,” I cry. My legs go limp, my head dropping forward as he jerks a final few times inside.
I can’t hold myself up anymore. My arms give out and I’m landing on Beau’s chest, my body completely and totally sated, exhausted, and ready for bed. Beau rolls us so that we’re both on our sides. He’s still inside me, and I let my eyes flutter open.
Reality starts to creep in as I take in his face, but I push it away, not ready to let go yet. I’m not ready to yell at myself for giving into my feelings again. He’s breathing heavily, sweat dripping down his brow, hair a disheveled mess.
I laugh, pushing his damp hair from his eyes. “Thanks. I needed that,” I tell him. Then shyly I add, “I needed you.”
“Same,” he responds, pushing my own damp and sweaty hair from my face. Beau leans forward, kissing me deeply. “Stay here. I’ll get you cleaned up.”
I do as he says, for once, not letting myself overthink and choosing to enjoy this moment.
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BEAU
Thomas climbs into my car, slamming the door behind him. “Where we going, little bro?” he asks, turning in the seat to click his seatbelt into place. He’s still in his uniform, just finishing a shift.
“I’m hardly your little bro,” I scoff as I reverse from his driveway. “But, to answer your question, I’m taking you to see a house.”
Thomas turns his head toward his house behind him. “Dude. You do know I already have a house, right? Like… we just left it. It’s still there. I don’t need a house. I have one.”
“Not for you,” I tell him. I take a turn that leads out of the main drag of town. “For Marley and me.”
Thomas’s eyes widen. “Wait, is this that house you sent me a link to a few weeks ago?”
