Page 187 of Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions
We groaned in tandem.
Felt like I was transported to another dimension entirely as my eyes rolled back and his thick, long dick filled me up. He was so fucking big. Big hairy thighs prickling against my inner thighs as I sank down. Big cock testing the limits of my hole. Big chest, bouncing with every greedy breath.
If anyone had tits it was Alex, not me.
All muscular and built with pecs that looked particularly squishable. I reached down, intrusive thoughts winning as my hands framed his chest and gave it a tight grope. He flexed into my grip, which only made the muscle harden. Not like breasts at all—but definitely attractive.
“Naughty, Georgie,” Alex groaned, snapping his hips up into me and making me whine. “Touching my tits without permission.” I gave his chest another squeeze, and he grinned, wide and unrepentant. “Again?” Alex clucked disparagingly. “Bad, bad boy.”
He didn’t sound like he thought I was being bad.
Not at all.
So I didn’t stop.
Not even when Alex’s hand lightly slapped my ass cheek. “Naughty boys get punished,” Alex promised. The sting made me jolt. Alex waited, hand hovering as he watched my expression. “Color?”
I couldn’t exactly answer him with my mouth full of soggy t-shirt. I glared at him and mumbled a muffled “green”.
“Squeeze your ass three times if you want me to smack you again.” Alex looked incredibly proud of himself for that one. I whined. Because that wasn’t fair either—and I just…ugh. I wanted it. I wanted it so fucking bad, even if it was embarrassing to admit.
I did as requested and after every tight clench, Alex’s lashes fluttered.
After the third deliberate clutch, his hips pulled back and snapped in, dark brow furrowed. “Shot myself in the foot with that one,” Alex admitted hoarsely. “Jesus Christ. One day I’m gonna make you do that till I come.Gonna make you sit on my dick and clench your little ass over and over and over. Watch you get frustrated—fuck.”
I made a muffled sound in protest, and Alex’s grin came back. “Right. Where was I—? Oh. Yes. I was punishing you.” I glared at him, not impressed. My hips wiggled, trying to force more friction and Alex’s smirk grew wicked. “Slut,” he cooed, slapping my ass cheek again, harder this time. “Can’t sit still, can you? You wanna be fucked so bad. Wanna touch, and be touched—want that sweet cunt stuffed full.” Another smack. More stars danced behind my lids.
God, that was good.
And even though this was technically apunishment, it certainly didn’t feel like it. It was fun. All of this was fun. Everything with Alex was.
My dick jerked, precum slipping from the tip and decorating Alex’s stomach.
“Making such a mess,” Alex murmured disapprovingly. “What am I going to do with you?”
I ground my hips down, and Alex pulled his back, making me chase friction. “What?” he said when I growled at him around the t-shirt. “Did you want something?” He snapped his pelvis up, and I sobbed. “That, maybe?”
Christ, he was driving me out of my mind.
I was at the end of my rope.
So far gone by that point that I barely noticed he’d yanked the spit-soaked t-shirt free. And that I was babbling. Crying, more accurately, tears streaming down my cheeks. “Please, please, please, please, please?—”
“Shhh, shhh.” When I could force my eyes open Alex’s gaze was adoring. His tone was as warm as his expression. Fingers swiped through my tears, comforting me—and then embarrassing me when he brought his tear-soaked fingers to his lips and lapped at them. “It’s okay,” he promised. “I’ve got you. Quiet, baby. Just?—”
Alex pushed the t-shirt back into my mouth.
And then he was forcing my legs open wider, directing my hands to hischest for balance, and his hips were rutting into me with a brutal pace that had me half blind with lust. Squeezing, squeezing, in and out, the wet slapping sounds filled the small space.
We were so lucky it was late, and that everyone was asleep.
Otherwise—
Fuck.
George the slut, getting his hole pounded at ass o’clock during Roderick’s wedding trip. Mom would throw a party. Hell. My whole family would. I’d never survive the embarrassment. It was bad enough they all knew about the night on the hill.
“I know you can take it,” Alex grunted, fingers biting bruises into my hips as he shuffled so his feet were planted wider and he could really fuck into me. I felt every thrust from head to toe, lashes fluttering and wet from tears, my belly tensing, my toes curling as the thick crown of Alex’s dick punched in and out of my well-fucked hole.
