Page 67 of Sexting His Son's Ex
My gaze falls to her hand that’s between her legs. She’s trying to get herself off too and I so badly want to be the one to do it.
I’m quick switching positions, flipping her onto her back, and driving into her drenched cunt.
“Fuck!” I shout, ramming into her at an unapologetic pace.
“Yes. Oh, yes!” She cries.
To my surprise, she hooks her leg around me, pushing me to my back. She stills on top of me, her hands pressed against my chest, her hair over one shoulder, her breasts heavy and her nipples tight as I look up at her.
“Prettiest sight I’ve ever seen,” I admit, rubbing my palms up and down her thighs.
She bites her bottom lip, her cheeks blushing. Jovie doesn’t say anything, but she doesn’t need to. She’s nervous. The worry in her eyes is easily seen. My Sweet Girl has never done this before.
I answer so she doesn’t have to speak. My hands have a mind of their own, drifting up her plush stomach, soft and giving, I can’t wait to see it round with my children. “There isn’t a wrong move to make, Jovie. Anything, everything you do, will be perfect. Know how I know?” I flex my hips up causing her to gasp. “Because we’re made for each other.”
Her wide hips give a test rock, back and forth—just how I like. My hands wander again, slipping down her body and clutch her hips, my fingers lining up on the bruises I left last night. I help her move, applying the smallest amount of pressure.
Jovie moans, throwing her head back, and I eat her alive with my eyes. The longer I drink her in, the closer my orgasm becomes and the harder it is to hold back. I clench my teeth, unwilling to come first. That can never happen.
She is always first. In bed and out.
“Santino. Oh my God, yes.” She leans down, taking my cock so fucking well, like she’s fucked me a thousand times, knowing exactly what I like.
I squeeze her ass, giving it a soft spank and she keens, her sounds drifting down my throat as we kiss. I want to wake up like this every morning. Her on top so I can look at the most breathtaking view my eyes have ever seen.
She sucks my bottom lip into her mouth and lets it go with a soft pop. She straightens, rolling her body, using me to make herself come.
“You are an addiction.” I roam my palms up her body, unable to get enough of her breasts. They spill out of my palms, driving me fucking crazy.
“Santino,” she whimpers, picking up the pace. “I’m close.”
“Good.” I spank her again. “Use me. Take this cock, Sweet Girl. You take it so well. You were meant to take me.” I apply more pressure to her hips, rocking her faster.
Her sounds become louder. She bites her bottom lip so hard, I’m afraid she is going to make herself bleed. I reach up, tugging her beautiful plump lip free. Her grip on my chest tightens, her nails sinking into my skin. I hiss from the slight pain, but I love knowing her marks will be there for all to see.
Just as I love claiming her, I love her claiming me. I am hers.
“Fuck, Santino! Oh God. Yes,” her voice breaks. “Yes, oh, yes.” Her beautiful copper eyes roll, her hips grinding against me harder. “I’m—I’m—” Her mouth falls open before she can finish her sentence. Her hips stutter, her muscles clenching around me as her orgasm possesses her body.
She cries out, her sounds high-pitched and broken as pleasure consumes her.
“So goddamn beautiful when you come for me,” I say.
She collapses on top of me, small whines escaping her as she lazily kisses me. Wrapping my arms around her, I flip us, slamming her to her back, and ramming my cock into her hard and fast.
Using her just how she used me.
“Santino!” She screams my name, reaching up to grab the headboard to stop it from slamming, and I yank her arm down.
“I want the fucking world to hear.” I drive into her, wanting to get as deep as I can. “Jovie,” I gasp, pouring every drop I have into her.
I thrust slow and steady, coming down from my high. We both gasp for breath, our gaze locked on one another.
I love her.
And if anyone tries to take her away from me, I’ll kill them.
“What’s this mean?” She asks, her curious eyes full of questions. “What do we mean? How… how can this work, Santino?”
