“Well, it’s very large. And your person name is very long.”
Anders slides his hands down my back as I lean into our kiss. Between our bodies, his penis is so hard. I run my fingers over the flesh and smile when it twitches with excitement.
“Are you nervous?” he asks.
“Yes,” I say and stand up and show him my pussy. “Can you touch it, so I get wetter?”
His mouth drops open. Anders always looks shocked when I ask him to touch me. Finally, he licks his lips. His hands rest on my hips and guide me lower until his tongue can taste that spot.
“I really like this part,” I whisper, stroking his forehead as he licks deeper inside my vagina.
I almost fall forward when the orgasm happens, and my body goes wild. Yet, Anders holds me up. My moans echo against the stone on the ground and the side of the house. I would be embarrassed to get so loud if I hadn’t seen my family already asleep. If other people hear, I don’t care.
Lowering myself, I kiss his lips and taste me on them. “I know how to do it,” I whisper, reaching for his penis. My hand guides his erection to my vagina.
“We should wait,” he says despite his body wanting the opposite.
“Stop telling me what to do,” I insist as his penis enters me. “I know what I’m doing. I put it in my body, and then I make my pussy-vagina stroke it like my hands did in the shower.”
Anders leans his head back and looks in pain. He did that in the shower, too. However, he also ejaculated, which is a sign that I did it right. He thinks I’m a kid because I’ve never done anything before. Except I was only being selective about who I wanted to do those things with.
Now that I’ve found him, I don’t want to wait anymore.
ANDERS
Fucking this woman feels wrong. As if I’ve taken someone beautiful and drenched her in my evil needs. Making Pixie come is the good part. She’s innocent and deserves pleasure. That’s what I should stick to, but Pixie doesn’t like hearing no.
I want to close my eyes and erase this memory. Just forget how I’ve defiled Pixie. Or maybe “corrupted” is a better word. I’m a horrible man with a disgusting past. She’s the kind of woman to smile at singing birds and dance to music playing in her head. Pixie loves me despite what an asshole I’ve been. She shouldn’t have my cock inside her beautiful body.
But she does, and she won’t let me look away. Pixie holds my gaze while her pussy sucks on my cock. I’ve been hard for so long that I know I won’t last much longer. The minute she stripped down for the hot tub, my dick woke up and refused to be subtle about its goal.
While we fuck, Pixie stares into my soul. She never looks away. Even when my fingers tweak her nipples and she moans, her gaze refuses to relent. She wants to see me come. I can’t hide from her. Right now, in this second, she feels like my fucking enemy. Pixie demands I show her everything—from my best to my worst. She won’t look away.
I could hurt her. Make her cry. Throw her off me. Shit, just pinch her nipples rough enough, and she’ll push me away. I could protect myself from this weirdo and her too-direct gaze.
Instead, I think of her tight pussy gripping my cock. Fucking is so natural to her. Like how she was in the shower. Pixie sees my body and touches it without any flirting or games. She lacks the skills to seduce me. The wiring in her brain is all wrong for that.
“It’s okay to orgasm,” she says, and I swear she’s talking to my fucking balls. The second she says the words, they let go. Pixie sighs at the way I thrust into her. Her body accepts every drop.
Does Pixie know she has the power to destroy me? Of course, she does. But she lacks the heart to pull the trigger, even if I deserve it. Just like she can’t let me destroy this house that means nothing to her. I’m special.
“Your heart is filled with sunshine,” she whispers as if reading my damn mind. Leaning closer, she nuzzles my jaw while her pussy still sucks at my cock. “You have many enemies in the world. However, there are also people who cherish your big broken heart.”
I don’t know who these “people” are that she’s talking about. There’s only Pixie. Her family fears me. My club doesn’t trust me after I went behind Bronco’s back.
“That felt better than I expected,” she says, releasing my cock from her pussy’s death grip.
“You didn’t come.”
“I already came when you licked my spot.”
“It’s called a clit.”
“Everything needs names,” she says full of exasperation. “Did it feel good for you?”
“Of course. That’s what the moaning and jizzing was about.”
Pixie rests next to me on the seat and wraps her arms around my left one. “What’s jizzing?”
“The white stuff I put in your pussy.”
“The baby stuff. Yes, that feels good when it comes out, right? Perry used to make a weird noise when he jizzed. Dove and I would giggle.”
“You heard them?”
“Of course. They weren’t that far away. It’s not a secret that people have sexual intercourse, Anders,” she says and stands up. “I was a little shy about Mama and Dove hearing me. I’m glad they’re asleep. I shouldn’t be shy, but it was my first time.”
“But we have walls and doors here,” I say, following her to the pool’s gate door.
Pixie doesn’t answer. As usual, when she doesn’t want to talk, she just doesn’t. I watch her pull a shirt over her wet, shivering body.
“I would like to eat now. Then we can sleep.”
“And if I say no?”
“I’ll run inside and lock you out while I eat and sleep,” she says, descending into giggles at the thought. Then she waves her
