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“What can I do to help?” I let my pelvis roll enough so she can feel the hard tip of my cock pressing against her. “Because all I can offer at the moment is fucking you so hard you forget your name.”

A grin floatsover her lips. “Promise?” She wiggles her hips, seating my cock into the wet hollow of her pussy.

I’m so damn torn. All it would take is one thrust to sink into her bare.

I’d be flirting with death.

With a groan, I let myself dip in. Just enough to feel her inner muscles tighten around the end of my shaft and watch her mouth drop into a long inhale.

Any deeper, I know she’s gonna be sore.

“One of these days, my little rebel,” I find her lips in a long kiss before I rock my dick out of her addictive cunt.

Her nails dig into my ass cheeks as she tries to tug me back. “Blue…” she pants. “It feels so good.”

“Neither one of us are ready for that kinda trouble,” I chuckle, straddling her thigh, then making her turn on her side so her back is cradled against my chest.

Without having to tell her, she lifts her knee and lets me slip my stiff length between her legs to rub along her soaked seam.

Her fingers caress the tip, then she presses me tightly to her clit.

In slow gyrations, I work myself back and forth across her pussy while my lips follow the lines of her neck, and my hands explore her firm breasts.

A shiver runs through her, and her hips start working with mine, upping the rhythm of the strokes.

When she lets out a panting whine, it makes my nuts tighten.

“That’s it, baby. Come on my cock.” I wrap her waist with my arm for better leverage, pistoning myself between the grips of her thighs against her hand.

She tilts her head with rapid breaths, pushing her knees out to enhance the angle of our friction.

“Blue,” she cries, jolting from the first spasms rocking through her.

Her palm curves to squeeze me as my own release begins to shudder in the depths of my belly, plunging me into the vise-like grip of her contracting cunt.

Intense pleasure rockets through me before I realize—

Fuck.

I pull out as fast as I can, spurting the last of my hot cum over her perfect ass.

I hope I wasn’t too late.

She buries her face in the pillow, giggling as she catches her breath. “Sorry,” she laughs.

“You are a rebel.” I lean back, my chest heaving. “That one might deserve a spanking.” My hand rubs her hip before I tap it lightly.

“That’s on the list.” Her voice is muffled, but I can hear the humor in it.

“What, a spanking or a baby?”

She turns, blinking those bewitching big blue eyes up at me. “Both.”

Like I said, trouble with a capital “T”.

Post nut clarity is what some people call it.

I haven’t gotten off twice in a single day since I was, well, a lot younger.