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“Fuuuck,”I hiss, my lungs suddenly growing tight. “Baby, my parents.”

Her mouth releases me with a pop and I miss it. “They’re not here. They needed to run some errands and I told them to go because I was home for the night. It’s just us, and I locked the door.”

She immediately returns to sucking me and my hand finds its way into her hair that sits on top of her head in a giant bun. Like a handle for me to grip while I fuck her mouth.

My hips roll in time with her mouth, growing harder and more needy with each swipe of her tongue.

“Get up here. I need to fuck you,” I growl and reach down, grabbing under her arms and pulling her up to me.

My mouth takes hers in a hard kiss and I let my tongue explore hers. I can feel her hot pussy as she gyrates, and my hands grip her ass to pull her closer and give us more friction.

“Take off these fucking pants, Anais, and get on my dick. I want you to ride me.”

She scrambles to yank her pants and underwear free and grips the base of my cock before slamming down on it.

She moans when I stretch her wide.

“Does that feel good, baby girl? Do you like the way my fat cock stretches that tight little pussy wide?”

“Yesss,” her moan is breathy and a ripple of shivers rolls over my body.

She plants her hands on my chest and immediately pulls them away, her eyes flying open.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No, baby girl. You’ll only hurt me if you stop.” I grip her hips and start to rub her back and forth.

She reaches up and pulls her hair free, the curly strands cascading like waterfall over her shoulder and down her back. Her delicate fingers grip the hem of her t-shirt and slowly lift it up, like a seductive dance. Her bra remains and she quickly freesherself of that, leaving her gloriously naked.

Her hands return to my chest and she moves faster, going deep, and I feel her wall clench around my dick. The bounce of her tits is mesmerizing, and I watch them like a hypnotist's watch.

“You’re so goddamn sexy, Anais. And you’re all mine.”

“All…yours.” Her nipples are hard and I know she’s close.

I pinch one and roll it between my fingers the way I know she likes. I feel her grow wetter, the sounds of us colliding a perfect soundtrack.

“Fuck, Bishop. I’m gonna come.” She throws her head back and the tips of her hair brush against my thighs.

Her hips move faster, her tits sway, and I lick my thumb and press it to her sensitive clit. She gasps, as if taken by surprise, and her body curves as her orgasm takes over. I see the pulse in her throat beat fast and faster still. Her body tightens like a coil then just as suddenly, it releases. Her limbs grow weak and she collapses on my chest.

“Feel good, baby girl?” I rumble in her ear and she nods her head that rests in the crook of my neck.

I grip her waist tightly and flip her over in a flash and roll with her. I stay buried deep inside of her and feel the throbbing of her pussy around me. My brain says to go slow and draw this out for as long as possible, but my body can’t be patient.

My hips piston and I pump in and out of her, maybe a bit too aggressively. She whines as I drive faster and her fingernails dig into my forearms. I scoop one leg under her knee and pull it up, resting it on my shoulder. My appetite for her is voracious and I don’t ease up until I’m seeing stars and she’s crying out with reprieve.

I drop her leg, her body limber and loose, and I work hard to catch my breath. Anais lies with her arms spread wide and her eyes closed. Her face looks passive but then it slowly starts to change. A small smile cracks her lips and it doesn’t stop until it stretches across her entire beautiful face.

I drop down on the bed next to her on my stomach, and she turns her head to the side, her eyes popping open to look at me.

“Hey, big guy,” she pants.

I reach over and push a curl away from her face. “Hi, my little butterfly.”

Her smile, her eyes, her thirst for life, her ability to make me feel at peace…these are the gifts that make every other loss in life worth it.

A phone rings, shattering our bubble of bliss. “Nope. Not getting it,” Anais says, and rolls over and lays her arm across my back.