Page 105 of Capture the Moment
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I cry out as he pulls my hair back, leaving me to stare up at the ceiling as he drills into my aching pussy.
I’m thanking every deity in the world that my parents aren’t home because there’s no saving us from this one.
And let’s face it.
I don’t want to be saved.
“That’s it, Princess. Say it,” he growls as his thrusts grow rapid, and I’m a screaming mess as he pounds without pause.
“Fuck me!” I scream.
Blake’s muscles tense and I’m meeting the same fate as him soon enough as he pumps deeper and deeper. He’s so deep, I can feel him in my stomach as he hits the one spot that’s been begging to be fucked.
Blake fucks my g-spot until I see stars and soon enough, I’m a quivering mess as I fall into my own release. My head falls into the crook of his now sweaty neck and I sigh, trying to regain my breathing.
“You okay?” He asks, concern mixed with smugness as he rubs circles on my back.
“Fucking amazing. Want to go again?” I pop my head up to look at him.
Blake rests his head back, laughing at my eager expression just as a knock on the foggy tinted window startles the both of us.
“Is that—”
“I know damn well y’all aint fucking in my parents’ driveway.”
forty-nine
Blake
It’s been a weeksince Cleo jumped in my arms and basically professed her undying love to me then I fucked her in her parents driveway only to be caught by her brother.
That’s not how you remember it?
Well… you need your memory checked because that’sexactlyhow I remember it.
My and Cleo’s time has been epic with one another since then, and when I say epic, I meanepic.
Epic sex, epic conversation, and an epic fucking woman. I mean, what more can a man ask for?
We’ve just finished the last few questions for our project in Film Studies. Though, ending the one thing that has kept us close is sad, I find the whole situation to be bittersweet.
We no longer have the barrier of our camcorders and premade conversation starters which now that I think about it wasn’t something that was needed. Cleo and I aremagnetictogether with or without a camera capturing every single moment between us. She understands me in a way that no one else seems to, she gets that sometimes I just need a moment to myself to regroup and think, and I understand just how she feels when she thinks no one cares to pay attention to her.
I would say she’s like the Bonnie to my Clyde but, I’d rather not compare us to a couple of idiots in love that robbed banks only to end up killing themselves in a car crash. No, we’re better than that because we’re simply Blake and Cleo.
Cleo and Blake.
The Princess and her Lover Boy.
We’re sitting on my living room couch back at the guys and I’s townhouse, putting the finishing touches on the project and studying for finals when the front door swings open followed by loud chatter and cheers.
Cleo perks her nosy little head up, trying to see whoever’s causing all the chaos but I’m selfish and would rather her attention stay on me, so I steal a kiss and all of her attention again.
“Ew. That’s disgusting.” Jace gags just as we pull away from one other, and Cleo giggles at the sight of our friend standing in front of us looking like he wishes he was anywhere else but here. I’m about to flip him off and send him back to where he came from when a ball of sunshine squeals and barrels into my arms.
“Uncle Lake!” Delilah shouts to the top of her lungs like most kids do instead of speaking in normal tones.
I wince at her loud octave but put on my biggest smile for the little angel in my arms. “Hi, Del—”
