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A second later, Veronica was lifting herself onto her elbows and brushing the hair from her eyes. She looked at me and tried to fight the laughter, but it was no use. The two of us dissolved into laughter, my hands on her ass and her forehead resting on my chest as we laid on the ground.
Veronica lifted her head, still grinning. “That scared the shit out of me,” she said. “I didn’t know what was happening.”
“Me too,” I laughed.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, other than the fact that my cock isn’t inside you anymore.”
Her lips dropped open and her eyes widened slightly before a grin stretched over her face. She lifted herself off me, and I thought she would lower herself down onto my cock. My heart started hammering as I watched her fluid movements, but she didn’t do what I was expecting.
Instead of sitting up and riding me where we laid, she stood up and knelt on the sofa, with her ass hanging off the edge and her arms leaning against the back of the couch. She looked at me where I laid on the floor as my eyes widened. I watched her arch her back, pushing her perfect ass towards me. Her eyes lowered and she bit her lip as she looked at me over her shoulder.
I scrambled to my feet, running my hands over her hips and ass, spreading her cheeks wide as she pushed back towards me.
“Holy fuck,” I breathed as I ran my hands over her curves. I sank my fingers into her flesh and she whimpered, and then I grabbed my shaft and positioned it against her opening. She backed into me, looking over her shoulder at me with pure lust in her eyes.
I made sure the condom was in place, and then I pushed into her and I lost myself. She moaned as I entered her again, pushing her ass back against me as I spread her cheeks and guided her hips back towards me.
From there, it was chaos. She backed into me as I slammed my cock deep inside her. Every thrust made her moan and scream until we were both drunk with the pleasure of it all.
I tangled my fingers into her hair and lifted her up towards me, so that her back was arched against my chest and her head resting on my shoulder as I drove my cock deep inside her. She panted, mouth open and eyes closed as I wrapped my other hand around her and grabbed her breast.
Then, I felt it. Her walls contracted and her hard nipples got harder. Her wetness gushed as her whole body stiffened, and a silent scream left her open lips.
“That’s it,” I groaned. “Come all over that fat cock,” I groaned into her ear as she convulsed against me.
Feeling her come on my fingers was one thing, but having her pussy gushing over my cock was another thing entirely. Her walls clamped down on me and I groaned.
The orgasm crashed into me as she came against me. I wrapped my arms around her as her tight little pussy milked my cock, pumping my seed deep inside her. She gasped, moaning some more as we both shuddered and panted, holding each other up as the force of our orgasms swept violently through our bodies.
When it was over, Veronica leaned forward and laid on the sofa, closing her eyes and throwing her arm over her face. I walked over to the nearest trash can and got rid of the condom before collapsing on the couch beside her. She laid her long legs over my lap, opening her eyes and smiling at me.
“That was nice,” she said in a low voice.
I chuckled. “Yeah, it was.”
Nice was an understatement. It was fucking incredible.
Chapter 9 - Veronica
Once we were recovered, we got dressed and wandered to the kitchen. Carter pulled out a couple beers from the fridge. He handed me one and I thanked him with a nod.
“I heard you stopped drinking,” I said, taking a sip of the drink. It was cold and incredibly refreshing after the marathon sex session we’d just had.
“I did, mostly,” Carter said, staring at the brown bottle. “I don’t party anymore. I usually stop at two drinks.”
“That’s very responsible of you.”
He chuckled. “For once.”
“Why’d you stop?”
Carter looked out the window towards the wide expanse of the lawn, pool, and gardens. He sighed, and I worried that I’d asked something I shouldn’t have. After a few moments, he turned back to me and shrugged.
“I grew up, I guess.”
I nodded. “Sorry about your divorce.” I didn’t know why I said it, but it seemed appropriate. I’d read the papers, I knew what was going on. It was even in Morgan’s file about the band as a possible PR issue.
