Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
Ethan
“Big day today,” June says as we wake up together, our limbs all entangled, her cheek resting on my chest. I’m dragging my fingertip along her temple and tucking her amber hair behind her ear, loving the feeling of having her on me. I adore this girl. I can’t believe I’m this in love.
“Sure is,” I say in a groggy voice. “The last day of construction. You’ll get your place back for good.”
She looks up at me with a smile that takes my breath away. “Not that. It’s the first day of May. Women all over the globe are sadly turning their calendars, getting their last peek of Mr. April. You’re all mine now.”
I laugh as I hold her tight. “I think I’ve always been all yours.”
She kisses my chest. “You’re sweet.”
“And you’re irresistible.”
That mischievous hand starts sliding down my stomach and dips under the sheets. Neither of us are wearing any underwear since we fell asleep after a few intense orgasms and couldn’t bother to put on any pajamas. I groan when she wraps her hand around my cock and begins to stroke it.
“What have we here?” she says as she gets up and straddles me. I moan as she rubs her pussy on my hard shaft.
“Are you still going to fuck me even though I’m not Mr. April anymore?”
She rolls her hips, sliding her wet pussy up and down my aching dick. Those beautiful tits are swaying and I can't help but grab them.
“You’ll always be Mr. April to me,” she says as she takes my cock and puts it inside her.
Her wet warm pussy squeezes me as she rides me up and down. It’s been two weeks since our first date and besides the torturous nights I have to work, we haven’t spent one night apart.
I grab her ass and guide her pussy along my length in a rhythmic motion. Her hair bounces on her shoulders. Her mouth is open. Her lustful eyes locked on me. She’s so fucking sexy, I can’t get enough.
The construction crew is at her studio putting the finishing touches on her barn, so we’re at my place where we can sleep in and be as loud as we want.
It’s a good thing, because when she cums all over me, she lets out an ear-piercing scream. I root my cock deep into her hot little pussy and cum hard.
My girl collapses on top of me, all loose hair, and convulsing body, and big tits, and whimpering lips. I just hold her, wondering if we can spend all day like this.
But I know we’ll eventually get up and move on to the kitchen for breakfast.
We have a big day.
We’re driving a few towns over to check out a kiln for sale. A new one. No more secondhand that’s going to burn her studio down.
And then I’ll have to head to work where I’ll have to suffer watching Doug as Mr. May strutting around the firehouse waiting for women who probably won’t end up coming.
And all the while, I’ll be thinking of her.
My girl.
I’ll be counting down the seconds until I can come back to her and hold her in my arms.
Just like this.