Easton

Damn it she feels so good.

I don't deserve this fucking hot body.

I can't kiss enough skin, my lips feel numb from trying to kiss her hard, from trying to bite her skin, to taste her and consume her, make her mine forever and ever.

My favorite parts of her are on display and every single inch of skin.

There's a rock bench near the rock wall.

"Turn around and bend over."

With a grin, she does just that, her wet hair slapping against her cheeks as she smiles and kisses me, then bends over.

Her hands placed firmly on the rock as I grip her hips from behind.

My dick is so hard it hurts.

Harper.

It's only ever been Harper, the way my body responds is borderline embarrassing, but fuck I wouldn't want it any other way.

I tease her pussy with my tip, rubbing it back and forth down the length of her lips.

Her body jolts back.

slap her on the ass.

"Patience."

She lets out a moan.

“Seriously?” Islap her ass again, this time it leaves a red hand print.

Fuck, I like the way that looks, so I do it again and again until she's moaning and writhing, arching back against me, like her body's searching for my cock, but can't find it.

I laugh.

"You desperate yet?” "Easton!"

"That's my name."

I laugh harder, then give her my cock, but not all the way.

I enter about a half inch and stay there.

"Don't move."

She moans, her back arches.

"Why are you torturing me?"

"You torture me every day."

I rub the places I slapped with my hands and look at us, semi connected, the way my cock pulses to be inside her so hard that I probably have no blood left in the rest of my body.

just adding to the sensations

rub her ass, then lightly tap it again, moving my hand around her

fuck you, but first...I'm going to punish you.” "I

lightly slap her pussy with

She squirms.

"Don't move,"

I order.

as I kiss down her neck and slap her pussy

can't help

can't help

I can't last

She's too beautiful.

Too perfect.

Too primed.

tightly she holds me, every fucking time as I move, my body slamming against hers as

know I

torture or the fucking view of her bent over in

Her back arches again.

(groan and dig my fingers into her hips, pulling her back against me so

I know I'm going to

fingers and suck

She does exactly that.

I release inside her, all over her, all over us, and wonder if I can just stay like that for the next hour until I'm hard

moves away

red with marks

wraps her arms around my neck and

deny her

as we move under the spray of the shower and start to

time we're done, I want to grab my girl and take a nap with her, We're both in white bathrobes and moving around the kitchen when

grabs hers and takes a sip, leaning against the counter in a way that gives me amazing

"Trying to tempt me?"

I tease.

"You feeling tempted?"

She laughs.

I could fucking fuck you all fucking

I'm clearly delirious.

her head

of fucking,

I growl.

the guest room opens and Ryan comes stumbling

the place, and he

“Everything okay?"

I ask.

him and slaps him

he's fine, just you know...thinking

"So many."

Ryan's voice is hoarse.

"Fucking thoughts."

“Lots of fucking thoughts,"

Sadie repeats.

is with

Harper wonders out loud.

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