Amber
My jaw ached, but the darkest part of me loved this.
My face was soaked from spit, tears, and precum.
His pace slowed again, and that’s when I felt his mouth close over my clit, sucking on me.
I pulled his hips down, working my lips toward the base until I held him inside my throat. I could feel him in my neck.
Hard, swollen, wet.
My empty pussy clutched and contracted around nothing. I moaned around his cock until he pulled free and climbed off me. I gasped immediately for air.
This was better than Scrabble.
“Now you look like my dirty girl,” he murmured, wiping his chin with the back of his hand.
My eyes trailed down his body until I reached his cock, rising to meet his abdomen, the darker hair where his balls nestled. That hair had pressed against me while he’d used my mouth. I touched my aching lips, rubbing my fingers around them until I felt that deeper ache settle inside me too.
He dove onto the bed beside me, then hauled me up by the waist until I straddled him. I planted my hands on his chest, my hair falling forward around us.
I didn’t wait. I manoeuvred my legs and reached for his cock, my eyes locked on his green ones as I began lowering myself onto him. He raised his knees behind me, holding my thighs steady.
“Show me,” he murmured. “Show me what a dirty girl you are.”
No sooner had I begun to move than his hands gripped my waist, holding me still while he drove his hips up to meet me. His hands slammed me down onto every thrust.
“Fuck,” I howled at the brutal pace.
My hands clung to his chest, my breasts swaying beneath me. The savage expression on his face never changed as he watched me. I tilted forward until my clit rubbed against him.
“Shit,” he growled, as my muscles locked around him.
I might have screamed. Everything blurred together. I pressed my hips against him, grinding, using every inch of him to drag out the pleasure. His hands gripped my breasts as he began to pump his hips harder.
“Oh, fuck. My filthy girl,” he groaned.
His cock throbbed inside me, and I felt ropes of hot cum spill into me, filling me up, my pussy still fluttering around him.
I collapsed onto his chest. Ragged breathing filled the room.
“Damn,” he rasped. “I can’t wait for our wedding night.”
I smiled and kissed his damp chest, wondering if he knew that I owned him.
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I was busy rummaging through my Easter goody bag for chocolatey goodness when I noticed Zach sitting there, staring at his. I glanced at my mum to see if she’d noticed.
Mum sat on Luke’s lap, still very much in their honeymoon phase.
“I never brought anything,” Zach said quietly.
“That never bothered you at Christmas,” Luke muttered under his breath.
Mum pinched his side.
“What? All kids are freeloaders,” he said, catching her hand to bring it to his lips.
Then he began fondling her belly again.
“Even this one,” Luke murmured.
“Ewww. Get a room,” Zach said, opening his bag.
At least he didn’t gag this time.
He had the same as me—a Lindt chocolate egg and a few smaller packets of sweets. He stared at them for a moment before glancing at my mum.
“Thank you… Mum,” he said, before quickly looking away.
Luke smiled, and well, Mum teared up before glancing at me and my ring.
“You’re welcome, son,” she sniffed.
“Now look what you did,” Luke said, pulling Mum’s head onto his shoulder.
I think we all rolled our eyes, and I changed the topic back to Scrabble.
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Mum and Luke had ushered us out of the kitchen, so we decided to take a walk in Luke’s gardens. It must take an army to keep on top of all that weeding alone. Though, those times in the garden with my mum had always been the best for talking and catching up.
Zach’s hand found mine as we walked down the stone steps.
“Are you okay?” I asked, glancing at his pensive expression.
“He’s probably a criminal mastermind,” he said, rubbing his chin. “How can he be so rich at forty-four?”
“Is this about you losing at Scrabble?”
“I didn’t lose. He cheated.”
I glanced back at the house, wondering if my mum put up with this from Luke too.
“Sure,” I said, smiling as the warm breeze fanned across my face.
Spring was here, and by autumn we’d have a new baby in the house—me at uni, and Zach right there with me.
We reached the grass, and Zach put his arm around me.
He didn’t know it, but he was going to be a great big brother.