Page 77 of Everything After

“Do you think if it was only Rick Fars I’d be panicking?”

“Don’t panic, it’s not good for the baby,” Alfie croaked.

“Come, we need to shower,” I demanded, pushing him away.

Releasing me from his grasp, Alfie sprung up and sat on the edge of the bed. “Now you’re talking, Mrs. Black.”

“No, Alfie. Twice last night and what exactly was that second time? I felt as if I was in some kind of porno for the longest lasting fuck.”

Alfie grinned, but in all honesty, my sex felt a little raw from all the thrusts it had taken.

“Come here,” he ordered, catching me by my wrist as I passed him. Patting his left thigh he smiled. “You can’t leave me like this,” he mumbled, nodding at his thick morning wood. “But you do have choices baby—pussy or mouth?”

“What?” I shrieked. “You think any woman’s going to bow down to an order like that?”

“Bow or straddle, either way works for me,” he said, now fully awake and sounding playful.

“How’s about you suck your own dick while I take a shower. That way we’ll both get what we want.”

Alfie threw his head back in laughter but didn’t let go of my wrist. “Now, I have a good mind to fill that dirty mouth of yours with this juicy, fat head,” he remarked, bouncing his dick in his hand.

I chuckled. “If you want it detached from the rest of your cock, have at—” I began, but Alfie yanked me off my feet, dropped me on the bed, and nestled his cock between my thighs. He began rutting at my folds but not enough to penetrate, even though I was already dripping wet from his playful banter.

“Your deliciously wet pussy is in contrast with those smart, dry words you just said, Mrs. Black. Tell me you don’t want me to fill you and thrill you with this amazing erection God has given me this morning, and I’ll let you go,” he argued, biting back a lopsided smile.

I giggled. “Fill and thrill? Man, you sure have a way with words. You should be a song writer,” I teased sarcastically.

“As luck would have it, Iama song writer. I could also croon a tune while I fill and thrill you. I’m quite ambidextrous like that.”

“Oh, and what song choice could you possibly have that would go with a fuck that would last about as long as the song, because we’re quickly running out of time this morning.”

“Hm,” he hummed then grinned. “Got it. “Kickstart My Heart” by Motley Crue.”

I had to give it to him. That was an excellent choice. “Alright, you can have your quickie, but only if you sing the words,” I said, laughing.

Wedging his thigh between mine, he spread my legs wider and repositioned himself at my entrance. “Are you ready, baby? Buckle up because this fuck’s going to rattle your teeth.”

No sooner had I begun to belly laugh when the swift way he entered me stole my breath. Like always, Alfie stopped moving, taking a few beats to connect with me in an intense stare that I always read as a silent thank you for granting him the honor of being his.

“Are you ready? he whispered, then began singing the lyrics of the insanely fast song. I think he lasted all of three lines, before he dropped the playfulness of our union and focused solely on getting us off.

I watched how intense his gaze held mine while the cords of veins in his neck strained in his effort to chase our release. When he felt my core tighten, he gritted his teeth, like he was trying to hold himself back.

“Fuck, do it. Come for me,” he ordered. The moment I heard those words my core clenched, and I fell over the edge in a brain-melting release. Stars burst behind my eyelids as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over my body. “Damn, I-I’m com—Fuuuck,” he ground out right before his body locked up tight, and his warm seed flooded me inside.

“Don’t tell me you dirty fuckers are still in bed,” Rick Fars bellowed from the bottom of the stairs in our home. Alfie stopped stock still and grinned down at me. “I thought I heard the launch arrive at the dock.”

“Get off me,” I groaned when Alfie began kissing my neck. I pushed his shoulders in my effort to get him off me. “I swear, Alfie Black, if you don’t let me get off this bed and into the shower before Rick Fars comes in this room, your quickie will have been the last time you ever get laid.”

Alfie rolled away, laughing, and slapped my arse as I tried to climb out of the bed.

“You know what, Lily? There’s no better sight in the morning than you striding naked, with my cum dripping out of your pussy and my palm mark branding your ass.”

“You’ve had your fun, now I expect you to be at my beck and call in return for the rest of the day. And you can start by keeping Rick sober at least until Mya and Jack get here,” I shot back.

“Don’t worry, baby, after that little session we had right then, I’m ready to be whatever you need me to be.”

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