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Rovos
My hands cup her perfect breasts, fingers dimpling their pillowy softness as her stiff nipples press against my rough palms. Her small hands slide up my forearms to circle my wrists, and she arches her back before covering the backs of my hands with hers.
“Rovos,” Annah moans. Her head falls back, revealing the silvery scar left behind by my bite, and I groan at the thought of setting my teeth to her delicate throat. Again. “I’m so close.”
Annah’s hips roll against mine, taking me deep inside, over and over. When I thrust up against her, meeting every roll of her hips with my own, she loses her rhythm and trembles.
“I love watching you unravel for me, Annah.”
The pale skin across her shoulders has turned rosy and glistens from her sweat. Her parted lips are plump and flushed as she moans her pleasure.Vittu!I can’t hold back anymore. Letting go of her breasts, I let my hands drop to her waist, where I urge her to quicken her pace and help her get to where she needs to be.
It always takes her longer to come when she rides me, not that either of us mind in the least. I could lie back and watch her chase her pleasure while bouncing on my cock all day.
When the beginnings of her orgasm flutter along my cock, I take hold of her hand, wetting the first two fingers in my mouth before guiding them between her legs.
“Here,Keresta.I want to feel you come.”
She barely touches herself before she’s screaming out my name as she falls apart, dragging me along after her.
Annah collapses against my chest, our hearts pounding in sync as we work to catch our breath. Someone pounds their fist against the door.
When there is no bellow following, I know it must be Treto. Glancing at the time, I swear under my breath. “I was supposed to release Treto from the bridge two hours ago,” I say sheepishly.
Annah sighs as I roll her to the side.
“Sorry,Keresta,”I tell her between kisses—mine, and giggles—hers. “Duty calls.”
“Don’t you dare blame any of this on me,” she says as I pull on my pants.
“Never,” I tell her as I hunt for my shirt. “Even though you started it.”
“I did not!” She pulls my shirt from beneath the blanket, bringing the material to her nose, and inhales.
My cock hardens. Again.
“And now you’re doing it again,” I chastise her playfully, crossing the room to my closet, where I pull out a fresh shirt, letting her have the one covered in my scent.
Pulling the shirt over my head, my mind wanders to Annah’s birth control implant, which isstillworking. She told me once it was designed to last for another couple years, which means we still have plenty of time before it runs out.
What will we do then? Turning back to the bed, I watch as Annah heads for the cleanser, flashing her pert little ass at me before the door closes behind her.
The glimpse of her naked backside has me fantasizing about shoving her back against the wall. Grabbing her ass and lifting her so her legs can wrap around my hips. Then I would thrust my cock inside her. Going so deep—
Another round of door pounding drags me from my reverie.
“I’m coming!” I shout as I adjust my erection.
I shove my feet into my boots, not bothering to tie them, and make my way to the bridge. Perhaps settling down somewhere wouldn’t be so bad. I smile. With Annah and maybe a litter of kits to keep us busy.
* * *
Treto doesn’t look up when I take my seat next to him. In his hand is a missive.
“Took you long enough,” he mutters.
It always surprises me when Treto speaks. Annah calls hima strong, silent type.And she isn’t wrong. I don’t know much about his background. Just that he came as a pair with Sone. But I learned that when Treto speaks, you listen. He isn’t one to waste words.
