Page 68 of Dirty Deadly & Mine
She was always the mum that took the twins to the park and kicked the football with them. She’d splash in puddles, and wrestle them to the ground, bomb them in the pool, and she waseven the one who taught them how to ride dirt bikes when they were young lads.
She didn’t mind getting her hands dirty as long as she was having a blast with her sons.
Studying my sleeping Angel, my gaze tracks over her creamy skin with a light spattering of freckles on her shoulders and upper arms.
There are faint scars I never noticed before, and I lift the sheet off her a tad more to get a better look. Some of the scars are small, and others are long, but they all look like they were once cuts. She has a few on her arms, and a couple over her ribs. There’s a story behind the scars, and I hope one day she shares it with me, no matter how dark their stories are.
The urge to capture her beauty in the position she’s in is what pushes me out of bed. The way she is splayed out with her fiery copper hair like an aura around her head, and how her delicate fingers rest in the valley of her chest as her deep breaths rise and fall, is utterly breathtaking.
I pad quietly out of her room and up to my bedroom to get my sketchbook.
I’ve been drawing Lily naked for years, using my imagination to sketch the parts I hadn’t had the privilege of seeing before yesterday. But now she’s there, completely laid out for me, ready to capture.
Grabbing what I need, I go back downstairs and slip back onto the bed next to her. She stirs a little, but not enough to wake, and I slowly, gently remove the sheet the rest of the way off her so I can see her completely.
My cock makes itself known, just like it does every other time I spot some of Lily’s exposed skin, but I ignore the desperate fucker, leaning back on the headboard to start sketching.
By the time I’m shading the shadow of her nipples, my cock is weeping from the tip, and without even thinking, I wrap my hand around my shaft and give it a pump.
Hungry need slams into me, and I set my sketchbook aside, giving my cock some more attention as I watch her sleep.
I don’t want to wake her. She was exhausted last night andprobably still sore. She deserves to sleep and not be pestered by me and my hard-on.
But fuck, I’m so utterly addicted to her. So desperate to mark her and make her mine that before I even have a chance to think about what I’m doing, I shift a little closer to my sleeping beauty as I pump my cock.
My mind flashes with images of yesterday when I pressed the tip of my cock between her lips as she slept. How they parted for me, letting me sink in deeper. How even in sleep, her tongue brushed over my shaft, tasting me.
Then she roused and let me fuck her mouth. Not just a blowie, but actually fuck her mouth with untamed brutality.
I’ve never wanted to be like that with anyone before. So fucking hardcore.
There’s just something about Lily that calls to this raging deviant inside me. When it comes to her, my mind turns to pure filth. The things I want to do to this woman would freak anyone out, yet for some reason, I feel like she’d go there with me.
After all, she let me fuck those pretty red lips of hers and shoot my cum down her throat.
Just the thought has my balls tightening, and I pump faster, squeezing harder as my hips rise off the bed next to her.
My jostling causes her to stir again, a faint moan falls from her lips, but she doesn’t wake. She remains in her dreamland while I lay next to her wanking.
Probably the hottest thing about yesterday was after I’d finished abusing her throat, she got physical withme. Her face a mask of fury and lust, her blue eyes darker than I’ve ever seen them.
Then she forcefully sat on my face and fucked it. Like unashamedly ground my head into the carpet as she rode my chin, lips and nose.
It was fucking hot.
Intense heat rushes over me as pleasure rips through my insides, and I bite my lip as cum shoots from my cock, right onto Lily’s hip, before oozing down onto the bedsheet.
“Fuck,” I whisper as my cock pulses, making a creamy puddle between us.
Sucking in air as the last ripples subside, I squeeze the last bit of my seed from the eye of my cock, and wipe up the last bead from my tip.
Eyeing my cum on the tip of my finger, I smirk to myself, reaching over Lily’s sleeping form and gently rub my jiz over her bottom lip.
She stirs again, her tongue darting out instinctively, and she unknowingly licks my offering from her lip.
Well, fuck. That’s hot.
My eyes roam over her body, and I scoop up more of my spunk from the bedsheet with my finger before hovering it over her nipple and letting it drip.
