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“Goddamn, that sounds so good,” he quips. “I love you, Peach.”
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Fletcher
“Oh,fuck, Fletcher…” Georgia gasps, hands fisting my hair as she grinds her sweet pussy against my face. “Fletch…don’t stop!”
Lips around her clit, I suck on the bud before teasing it with my teeth while two fingers pump in and out of her tight cunt. She’s close—her thighs tremble and deep, guttural moans fill the air. If this ain’t the perfect way to start the day, I don’t know what is. Bringing my hand up, I apply pressure to her lower stomach as I flick my tongue against her clit. My hips rock into the bed, cock so hard, I can barely think straight. I have tunnel vision, making Georgia soak my face, then sinking my dick into her hot, slick pussy.
Georgia gasps, legs squeezing my head as her body tenses up. Letting out the sexiest fucking moan I’ve ever heard, she lets go for me, andfuck, does she do it beautifully. Her pussy pulsates as her release floods my tongue, and I happily lick up every last drop, not stopping until it becomes too much for her and she pushes me away.
With her cum fresh on my tongue, I climb on top, not willing to waste a second sinking into her. Fist around the base of my cock, I line myself and slowly ease in as Georgia pulls herself up on her arms and crashes her lips to mine, groaning as she tastes herself. Once I’m fully seated, I pull all the way out before thrusting back in again, setting a steady, rough pace, feeling like my head is buzzing. Wrapping her arm around my waist, Georgia slides her hand down to my ass, teasing the plug she inserted before we got started. My breath falters as I groan into her mouth, feeling her smirk against my lips.
“That feel good?” she rasps, voice thick with arousal.
“You know it does, Peach.” Giggling, she reaches beside us, and a moment later, the toy sends a rush of vibrations through my whole body. “Oh, sh-shit,” I gasp, hips slapping against her body harder. “Goddamn, Georgia, you gotta t-turn it down or I’m not g-gonna last very long.”
Tossing the remote back on the bed, she brings her hand to the side of my neck as her lips press onto my skin. “That’s the point, baby boy.” Georgia scrapes my earlobe with her teeth before adding, “We have to leave soon, and we cannot be lateagainbecause we were having sex.”
I turn my head, sealing my mouth to hers and kissing her deeply and messily before I ask, “And why the fuck not?”
Georgia moans, flipping us over before I see it coming, and then I have the hottest, most breathtaking view a man could ever have as my girl rides me like she didn’t just come five minutes ago. The smirk that curls her lips is almost enough to send me over the edge. “Because I think we’ve put our poor parents through enough, don’t you?”
Her hands clutch at my chest as her hips rock back and forth, grinding on me, while mine come up, one gripping her hip and the other palming one of her huge, bouncing tits. The groan thatleaves her as I tweak her nipple ring is throat deep, and I feel it all the way in my balls.
“Fuck yeah, Peach,” I growl. “Ride this fucking cock. Make daddy come.”
Georgia huffs an amused breath, but she doesn’t slow down. “That’s not becoming a thing,” she murmurs, but I don’t miss the way her eyes darken.
“You sure about that?” I tease. “Because from down here, it looks like it might be.”
Both hands coming to her hips, I hold her in place as I thrust up into her, fucking her from the bottom. Her lips part, a string of breathless moans escaping her as her eyes roll back until all I can see is white. I dropped the first “daddy” while I was fucking her about a week ago, and at first it was a joke, but I have to admit…I’m kind of into it, and even though Georgia doesn’t want to admit it, I think she is too.
“You gonna give me another one, Peach?”
Her brows draw inward as she nods, full lips parted in pleasure and lust-drunk gaze meeting mine as she brings her fingers to her clit. The sunlight peeking through the blinds shines over Georgia’s body, making her look ethereal. Beads of sweat glisten across her chest, cheeks flushed, and the way her tits bounce as I pound into her is mesmerizing. Heat spreads through my veins as I bring my eyes back to hers, to the way she can hardly keep them open. She’s close, but so am I. With every thrust of my hips, the toy shifts slightly in my ass, grazing the spot inside me that has pleasure ricocheting through every corner of my body.
Georgia throws her head back, nails raking down my chest as she cries out, the sound like a detonator for my own release. A groan rips from my throat as pleasure floods my system. Balls tightening, my cock throbs, and then I’m spilling deep inside her while her pussy milks me for all I’ve got. Once shefinishes, Georgia collapses on top of me, burying her face in my neck and pressing kisses along my skin. My arms wrap around her, holding her as close as possible, one hand massaging and kneading her ass, while the other rubs along her upper arm.
“Need you to turn off the toy, Peach,” I rasp, the vibrations becoming too much.
“Oh, shit. Forgot about that.” Georgia giggles as she reaches beside us, finding the remote.
Once she’s switched it off, I roll us onto our sides, limbs still intertwined, and as my eyes get heavy, the idea of a nap sounds pretty fucking great right about now. “How ’bout a quick snooze?”
“Fletcher, we just woke up.”
“So?”
“Get your ass up.” Georgia snorts. “We have to get ready and be at our parents’ house is an hour.”
I groan, and she chuckles, but neither of us makes any attempt to move, at least not for another twenty minutes. It’s too comfy, lying here in her arms.
“There’s no sausage links?”Glancing up from the long folding table housing the food, I meet my mom’s gaze. “No sausage links?”
Holding her hands up, she breathes out a laugh. “I’m sorry. I forgot to pick them up at the store.”
“You know, you could always buy your own sausage links and bring them your-damn-self,” Graham grumbles as he comes up behind me, filling up his plate. “It wouldn’t kill ya.”
