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“JEFFERSON, WHERE AREwe going? We can’t just leave our own party! My parents will be looking for me.”
“Your dad’s drunk, our moms are busy discussing nursery themes, and Brynn’s entertaining Emma. Now hush,” I scoop her in my arms and bound up the stairs.
“Where are we going?” she asks again in an expectant whisper.
“My bathroom,” I answer as I kick my bedroom door shut. “Lock that, baby.”
She does, then says, “Your bathroom?Why?”
“Because,” I place her on her feet in said bathroom then shut and lock the door. “The last time I was in here, I came, jerking off to thoughts of you. Now, I want the real thing.”
She licks her lips. “You want me to jerk you off?” she purrs, reaching for the fly of my jeans.
I shake my head no, grinning. “I want to fuck, naughty Bellamy.”
Through the last few weeks of much glorious practice, I’ve learned that my woman has two sexual personalities—Sweet Bellamy, who wants slow, romantic lovemaking and Naughty Bellamy, who craves dirty talk and an even dirtier fuck. I love them both, but tonight, I’m dying for a fast, filthy romp with the latter.
She hesitates, bottom lip snared by her teeth, probably worrying about getting caught or the fact that her parents are outside…but “Naughty Bellamy” finally surfaces for the win. An unruly, sinful twinkle in her heavy-lidded eyes that says those worries are now provocation, holding a certain forbidden allure she can’t resist.
“So, you probably want me up here?” She feigns innocence in a guilty tone, boosting herself onto the bathroom counter. “Maybe with my feet here?” She lifts both legs and puts her feet flat on the countertop, spreading herself wide open. “And easy access for a quick, hot fuck?” Now she bunches her sundress around her waist, little white panties damp with desire.
I move between her legs and rip my jeans open, pulling myself out, then yank down the top of her dress so I can watch her tits bounce as I pound into her. “Pull ‘em to the side, baby,” my demand’s a hungry rumble that she obeys immediately. I tease her, sliding the crown of my dick up one slick lip and down the other, ending on her clit that I continue rubbing with my cock. “This what you want?”
“Yes,” her voice is breathy want.
“Yeah?Whatdo you want? Where?”
Answer me fast, baby.
“Fuck me, Jefferson. I want your big, hard cock inside me, babe.Now.”
“That’s my girl,” I praise before driving inside the warm, wet haven that ismine, leaning in for a mouthful of huge, beautiful tit.
It’s raw, raunchy, and animalistic, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh almost as loud as our joined groans when she coats my dick and I fill her full—coming together.
“Did I tell Naughty Bellamy yet today how much I lo…”
She hears it too, freezing in the middle of righting her clothes to investigate with me.
‘What is that?’ she mouths.
I shrug and walk to the far wall for a better listen. Well, well…looks like I’m gonna get to torment the tormentor even more that I originally thought.
Bellamy sees my grin grow wide and whispers now, “What? Tell me!”
“That,” I all but scream, making damn sureshehears me and starts dreading the payback from this moment forward, “would be the sound of Presley fucking Sutton. Or vice-versa. Right, guys?”
“Get fucked,” Sutton groan/shouts through the wall.
“Am I allowed to tell them I just did?” I ask quietly.
“Not if you ever want it to happen again.” My goddess narrows her eyes, but pulls me in, hand around my neck, for a kiss like only she can give.
When she comes up for air, I look at her for long seconds, thinking just how lucky I am that I found her that faithful night…squatting in the woods to piss.
“What is it now?” she asks when I laugh from the memory.
“Nothing. I just…I adore you, Bellamy. My love.” And I wink, crooking my finger to ask for another one of her kisses.
