Part 15 (2/2)

”It should,” he said ominously just before leaning forward and sucking the top fleshy part of my breast into his mouth.

I groaned, pus.h.i.+ng closer to him as Cleo back stepped up the stairs.

With no other choice, I followed him.

He pulled hard, and I could practically feel the blood rus.h.i.+ng to my skin, purpling in a bruise that was in the shape of his s.e.xy, sinful mouth.

”You,” I said breathily. ”We...f.u.c.k.”

He'd pulled the top down exposing my nipple to his hungry mouth, followed shortly by sucking it roughly into his mouth.

He fed on my nipple, taking long, rough pulls. Then he alternated by running the tip of his tongue around the turgid peak while holding it in place with his teeth.

”d.a.m.n,” I groaned when we finally reached the top step, allowing me to lean into his embrace fully, followed shortly by my hand disappearing into the elastic of his pants.

His c.o.c.k was rock hard as my fist finally found its destination.

He spread his legs wider, allowing the room I so desperately wanted.

His b.a.l.l.s were loose and hanging a lot lower between his legs than they'd been last night, and I was fascinated by the feel of them.

”You're killing me,” he said just before switching to my other breast.

I smiled down at his head, and then closed my eyes as he took a particularly strong pull on my nipple.

”G.o.d,” I groaned as his large hand slipped underneath the elastic of my own pants, and zeroed in on my throbbing c.l.i.t.

His back hit the side of the house, and he groped blindly for the screen door's handle, never once losing his grip on my c.l.i.t or my breast.

He swung quickly, flinging the screen door open so hard that it slapped against the house with a thud.

He didn't wait for it to close, though.

One second I was in front of him ma.s.saging his b.a.l.l.s, and the next I was inside the door, on my knees.

With a harsh yank, he pulled my tight shorts down my legs exposing my a.s.s.

With no time wasted, he lined his hard c.o.c.k up with my entrance, and thrust inside.

This s.e.x was different than it was last night.

Harder. Rougher. Stronger. With more emotion.

My eyes closed as he started thrusting his hips forward, ramming into me so hard that I had to fall down to my elbows to keep myself from face planting into his pretty wood floors.

My core started tightening on his c.o.c.k, going higher and higher until I started to explode around him.

Impossibly, his speed increased, and his b.a.l.l.s started slapping against my c.l.i.t, giving me that little push that I needed to rocket into my o.r.g.a.s.m.

I would've screamed, but my breath left me in the first wave.

My p.u.s.s.y clamped down hard on his c.o.c.k, milking him like a serpent.

He groaned and grasped the fleshy part of my a.s.s as he thrust once, twice, and three more times, finally releasing inside of me.

”Jesus,” he panted and pulled out, bringing me into his side as he rolled.

”You know,” I panted back as I looked at the ceiling. ”This place kind of reminds me of a church.”

Cleo ”That's because it was one,” a snotty voice said from the other side of the screen door.

I stood so fast that I got light headed.

Rue's legs snapped together so fast and hard that it sounded like a gunshot echoing around the room.

”Jesus Christ, Molly. Don't you knock...or call?” I growled as I yanked my shorts up over my d.i.c.k.

Molly's eyes were pointed at the tin roof as she surveyed anything that wasn't my body.

”I tried calling. You didn't answer. I also tried knocking on the front door, and you didn't answer that either. This was my third option,” Molly snapped.

Moving my foot, I grabbed Rue's s.h.i.+rt with my toes and flicked them at her.

She caught it gratefully and roughly yanked the s.h.i.+rt over her body inside out and backwards.

Her shorts were already up, and she looked like she was contemplating running away.

”Stay,” I snapped.

She lowered her eyebrows and I could just see the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

”She can leave,” Molly said disdainfully.

I turned to my sister and glared at her.

She was staring at Rue with such hatred that I wanted to beat her a.s.s.

”She's staying. You're leaving,” I volleyed back.

Molly and Rue's mouths dropped open in surprise, but I was over Molly's att.i.tude.

I'd put up with her s.h.i.+t pertaining to Rue for a long time now.

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