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“Bullshit,” I spat, rolling my eyes.
“My thirst traps pay the bills, and buy those fancy-ass boots you were walking around in earlier.”
“Okay… fair enough,” I agreed, reaching for my phone. I opened the Sugar Rush app and terminated our contract. Hart’s lips twitched into a smile when he received the notification.
“It’s official,” he said.
“Not so fast, playboy,” I said, standing from the table.
“What’s the matter?”
I walked backward to the living room while untying my robe. It dropped to the floor. I pointed at him, then at the spot in front of me. “We’re having dessert before dinner.”
Hart jumped up, sending the chair screeching against the hardwood floor. He closed the distance between us in a few steps and dropped to his knees. I grabbed him by the chin and brought him closer. “Now eat your woman’s pussy like you own it.”
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“You take this dick better and better every time, Sugar,” I said, breath heaving as I watched her pussy stretch over me. I batted her hand away when her fingers dipped down to massage her clit. “Don’t fuck up my view.”
She groaned in displeasure, leaning back and opening her legs wider. I was talking a lot of shit for a man who was a few seconds away from coming. Vera couldn’t see it, but my toes were curling behind her. The pink of her pussy stretching over me and the contrast with the darkness of her skin was doing something crazy to me. With each stroke, she left my dick slick and dripping with her arousal.
I slid my hands under her and lifted her off me.
“Fuck you,” she whispered breathlessly, head falling back. I ignored her complaint, distracted by the sweat that tracked down her abdomen to her belly button. Without thinking, I leaned in and licked, dipping my tongue in her belly button.
“Put it on my face, Sugar.”
“Again?” she asked in disbelief, snapping her head back up.
“I can never get enough,” I answered, lying on the rug. Like the good girl she was, she didn’t talk back. She straddled my face in 69 and dropped her sweet pussy on my lips. I grabbed my dick with my right hand, simultaneously staving off my release and preventing Vera from doing more damage. Thankfully, she got the message, put her hands on my shins and rode my face. I closed my eyes as she used me, rolling her hips and crying out my name. I hummed with a mouthful of her.
“Oh, mmm… fuck I’m close, Sweet Hart.”
We changed positions because Vera not coming on my dick wasn’t an option.
I groaned upon entering her and set the pace, maintaining eye contact.
“Harder,” she demanded.
I complied.
“Harder,” she said again.
I fucked her until my knees burned and chafed against the rug.
She blew out a breath of frustration and gripped my chin. “If you’re not gonna fuck me right, then stop playing in this pussy,” she said through clenched teeth.
I didn’t argue with her, and I think Vera realized how badly she fucked up when I stood, lifting her with me still drilling in her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and hooked her legs in the cradle of my arms. I gripped her ass for leverage and fucked her while I maneuvered to the bedroom down the hall.
I smirked and ignored the sweat that dripped, stinging my eyes. The sound of her ass slapping on my thighs echoed off the walls of the narrow hallway. She’d gone silent—no longer able to talk shit—barely taking in oxygen.
“Harder?” I rasped, entering the bedroom. No response other than her face burying into my neck. “Heard,” I replied, pumping her harder. A few strokes later, Vera was hitting notes I’d never heard from her before. I didn’t stop—not even when her nails dug into my back, or when her drool leaked down my neck and chest, or when that stubborn pussy of hers sent me warning flutters.
I eased her onto the bed, still pumping, and dragged her to the edge, putting her legs on my shoulder. The bed shifted and scraped across the floor—once, twice—before Vera screamed so loud that she drowned out the thunder.
I leaned down, wrapped her legs around me, and kissed her—putting everything I had into the kiss while I emptied inside her.
