Page 83 of Fire Island
Or... typical Evie, hunting my warmth the way she always does in her sleep. With a growing boner from her simplest touch, I tug her closer. Sweeping the hair from the back of her neck, I dust kisses up her neck to the tender spot below her ear.
She moans, wriggling in her sleep.
And fuck, if that doesn’t turn my cock to concrete...
“Wake up, baby girl.”
“Mhmmm. I’m awake.”
She wriggles her ass into my groin to prove her point. That’s all it takes to snap my control. I toss the blanket off and flatten her to her stomach. Straddling her, I rake her hair into a rough fistful, turning her head round. I want to see those stunning browns as I spread her and sink into this pussy.
I tug her panties to one side and run my finger over her glistening entrance. She cants her ass up to me, begging.
“You want more, mo ghràdh?”
“So much. Please, Cal.”
“Keep begging and you’ll get it.”
She smiles up at me. But it’s not a pleasant smile. More like a woman who knows where she has her man, safe in the knowledge she put him there.
Fuck me.
I slap her ass hard, punishment for her cheek. A soft whimper tumbles through parted lips.
Christ.
I rip her panties at the seam and toss them behind me. Losing my boxers, I fist my cock. The throb all but drives me over the edge.
Evie spreads her legs wide, her knees digging into the bed. She pants, chest pressed into the blankets. Her perfect damn pussy waits for me. Reaffirming my hold on her hair, I nudge the tip into her soaked center.
“Oh, fuck.” Her face breaks.
I know, baby girl. I know.
The mirth that lined her expression is long gone, replaced by desperation, a need burning too hot as her body starts to tremble and I sink in slowly. Inch by heavenly inch. Watching her come undone in one goddamn stroke.
“Good girl,” I offer as I seat myself fully into her tight center.
“Cal, don’t move. Please.”
She tightens around me as she groans into the pillow. The muffled sound does something to me. All I can think of is her wrapped around me, her delicious nipples in my mouth as she rides me, us, to oblivion. With a harsh slap to her ass, I pull out.
Her whimper is tainted by incredulous disbelief. “No.”
I settle over my heels and wait for her to come to me. She looks back to find me watching her and rises, turning about on all fours. She crawls across the bed to me.
Those perfect tits bouncing with every movement.
My mouth waters.
I close my eyes, shaking my head.
Hell.
Fine hands find my jaw, pushing through my short beard as she straddles me. “You want me here, sweet man?”
“Fuck, baby girl, I want you every-damn-where.”
