And the idiot on the line has already heard her voice.
“Lancie.” That voice could make me shrivel up if I wasn’t enjoying pumping into her with hard and long thrusts, so fucking deep, they bury me to the balls inside her.
She cries out in ecstasy.
“What the fuck are you doing?” There’s so much rage in Shane’s voice, but fuck him.
I had to listen to her moan for him.
He can hear her scream for me.
Rolling us over, her pink, messy hair covers the screen camera that faces the ceiling, leaving little to the imagination.
“Whose girl are you?” I ask, in a slightly thicker Irish accent, because I want this fucker to know exactly who she belongs to.
Withdrawing almost all the way out with each thrust, I leave her barely able to answer.
“God, Ambrose. Yours. Always yours.”
Her tight cunt sucks at my shaft. Her pretty nails dig into the scars on my back as I take her harder.
“Are you fucking him right now? Your fucking brother? After what I told you.”
“I’m sorry,” she mouths as I gaze into her eyes, still pumping, now slightly slower to drag this out.
“Don’t be,” I whisper, kissing her forehead.
Clasping her hand, I hold them both above her head.
The slower pace is how she likes it. The flush on her cheeks, the way she arches her back, silently asking for my mouth on her pretty tits, the way she moans out my name that little bit louder than before, tells me all I need to know.
There’s another orgasm within reach, too close to do anything but enjoy the rush.
I do all her body asks, kissing over her breasts and moving to every bruise. Every place that fucking cunt of an ex-boyfriend put bruises, I kiss.
“Come for me, Dollie. Come apart for me.”
“You’re nothing but a fucking slut!” Shane yells, those words doing nothing to distract her. “A shit lay, and he’ll be looking for somewhere else to wet his?—”
My lips meet Dollie’s neck, and Shane’s hate is drowned out by her screaming my name.
Her eyes roll in her head as she struggles to stay conscious through her orgasm. Her body tightening around my cock, sets me off. My balls tighten, and I moan with primal satisfaction.
Ropes of cum shoot inside her, filling her and leaking out onto the bed below us. She pulses around me, staring up into my eyes with so much love, I forget that we’re not alone.
“I probably should have told you that I’m not on birth control.”
My eyes widen. She probably should have, but I wouldn’t have done this differently.
The last shot of cum shoots deep into her unprotected pussy, my cock deflating slowly as it ceases to twitch inside her.
“Are you mad at me?”
“Not at all. I love you.”
Her legs hook around my waist, pulling me deeper into her once more. All her happiness shows on her pretty face. “I’ve never done it like that before. I wanted you to have one of my firsts, too.”
I can’t help but smile as I roll us over again, putting her back on top of me. Our combined juices roll down my ass as I slip out of her. I forget about that quickly, as her fingers trace my scars. The same way she did all those years ago, with such a loving touch.
