Page 69 of Loved Out Loud
Her legs part revealing her slick, pink flesh ready for me. I drop to my knees, needing her to come first because that’s just the kind of man I am. She cries out when my tongue slips between her folds. I’ve already memorized her body so reaching her clit is second nature.
“Fuck, yes,” she whispers on a shaky breath. She lifts one thigh onto the table, completely opening herself to me.
She’s. Fucking. Perfect.
I slip two fingers inside her, curling them along her front wall until they find the perfect spot. I fist my cock, squeezing it, as she rocks back against my face. She grips the edge of the table and tilts her hips, so I have access to any part of her that I want. My lips pull her pulsing nub between them and suck.
She comes with a cry. Her walls clench around my fingers in unsteady tremors. I can’t hold back any longer. Before she’s even fully come down from her orgasm I shoot to my feet, line my cock up and thrust inside her.
“Fuuuccckk,” I groan as I bottom out inside her, watching the way her pussy swallows every inch of my length.
“Stone.” She pushes back against me. “Fuck me. Unleash.”
Her words give me all the permission I need. I grip her hips and pull out, nearly all the way, before thrusting back in hard and deep. My tempo increases, our skin slaps together, my muttered curses and her whimpered pleas mix together into a primal crescendo.
I look down, watching her body take me like she was literally made for me. Fucking has never felt like this before, I feel every bit of our joining throughout my entire body. My mind goes fuzzy as I reach the precipice of my orgasm. I need her to come with me so I slap her ass. She clenches tighter around me as my handprint blooms over her skin.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” I lean down and whisper into her ear. “My little dirty girl likes to be bent over tables, spanked, and fucked until she comes all over my cock.”
“Yes.” She nods quickly. “Again, please.”
With a growl I stand back up and slap the other cheek. My handprint blooms over her skin, heat releasing from the point of contact. I reach around her until my fingers find her clit, circling it quickly until I feel her quaking beneath me. Her whole body trembles as I fuck deep into her while she coats me in her cum. Her wet, pulsing warmth sends me over the edge into delirium as I erupt inside her. Ropes of my cum paint her walls as I keep myself pressed inside her.
I drop my forehead to her shoulder blades as we both catch our breaths. Every time with her is better than the last. I press a kiss to her hot flesh.
“You’re fucking incredible,” I whisper against her soft skin.
She reaches back, her hand running along my ribs. “The feeling is mutual.”
With a groan I push myself back up and slowly pull my cock from her body. My cum leaks from her cunt in the sexiest, raunchiest sight I’ve ever witnessed. Part of me wants to take a picture so I never forget the sight, but I know she’s mine. In this exact moment, I know she is mine forever. I’m never letting her go.
After sound check I take a few minutes to call my sister. It’s her birthday, so I want to make sure she got everything I sent on time. And I wouldn’t be upset if my niece or nephew hijacks the FaceTime, so I can see their cute little faces since I can’t squeeze them.
“Hey, Ty.” My sister answers the call with a distracted smile. “How’s the tour?”
“Good.” I couldn’t hold my smile if I wanted to. Hazel makes me happier than I’ve been in forever, and it shows. “Happy birthday. Did you get everything I sent?”
“Yes.” She pans the camera to the baby grand piano I bought her. “You’re actually crazy for that by the way, but I love it. Thank you for it and the flowers.”
“You only turn thirty-seven once.”
“Thank fuck for that.” Her eyes move to something across the room. “Emmett don’t jump—” A loud crash interrupts her sentence followed quickly by a little voice yelling, “I okay, mommy.”
I chuckle as she mumbles something incoherent and runs a hand over her face. My brother-in-law leans over and kisses her temple.
“Hey,” he says in greeting to me.
“Hi, Eric.”
“I’ll take the kids outside, so you can catch up.”
“Thank you,” Tamara says, gratefully giving him a kiss.
I make a gagging sound like any good younger brother would. I absolutely love those two and their relationship, though. Even if he was her conductor and their relationship started rocky and forbidden. They met when she was a pianist for the Pacific Symphony.
“Fuck off,” Tam says with no heat. She watches Eric round up the kids and turns back to the camera when the house falls silent. “Now that there’s some peace, how are you?”
“I’m surprisingly great.”
