“Adrian…” she pleaded, trying to get him back on top of her.
“You come in my mouth, then I’ll give you my cock. Not before. Do you understand me? And I want to hear you scream.” His dick jerked, dying to get into the action. No, not yet.
He ate her out thoroughly and methodically. Licking her bare folds and sucking at her clit until she was on the verge of exploding, then easing his ministrations, only to start them again when the imperious need to come had passed. He did that twice, until she was panting, desperate.
“Please. Let me come,” she begged. “I need to come.”
She was drenched and her pussy was puffed up, ready to go. He slipped two fingers into her and hooking them to reach her G-spot, he lapped at her clit.
“If you stop, I’ll kill you,” she gasped, holding his head in place, her body trembling.
He chuckled at her tone. No, he wasn’t stopping now. The vibration against her clit brought her even higher. Arching her back, she tensed, her pussy clamping around his fingers, and she came long and hard, screaming so loud, it was a miracle his neighbors didn’t come calling.
When the contractions had weakened to mere tremors, Adrian couldn’t hold off anymore. “Baby, I need to get inside you.”
He shifted her higher on the bed and went on his knees between her legs. Lifting them, he poised his bare cock at her entrance. “Are you sure? Once I get inside you, I won’t pull out until I fill you with my cum.”
“Please,” she urged him, the lids of her eyes at half-mast. So fucking sexy.
He slid inside her slowly, feeling inch by inch how she parted for him until he was fully encased in her plush heat. “Fuck. You feel too good. I won’t last, babe.” Just the thought that he was fucking her bareback had him in a precarious state.
He moved out slowly, holding on to his last strand of control, and watched as his cock reemerged shiny and slick. Her folds stretched around him, refusing to let him go. “Look at us.” He grabbed a pillow and put it under her ass so she could see better. “You’re made for me.”
Having her watch as his dick slid in and out of her was testing his resolve to take his time. Little by little, the speed of his thrusts increased, especially as she began to rake her nails along his shaft every time he pulled out.
“Fuck,” he muttered as she licked her fingers. “You aren’t helping.”
“Should I be helping?” she asked, pinching her own nipples, as her pussy contracted.
That did it. Hooking one of his arms around her knee, he lay on top of her and kissed her, taking her pussy and her mouth at the same time. His thrusts turned faster and harder, until she was panting and begging.
“I’m so close,” he said through gritted teeth, trying to push his need down without succeeding. His hips had a mind of their own. His cock too. Neither was stopping. “Babe, my control is shot. I’m coming.” He needed to bury himself balls-deep in her, deeper than anyone had ever been, and mark her so she could never again delete his touch from her body.
“Give it to me,” she whispered. “Come for me.”
He drove in as hard as he could, slamming his groin against her clit, and she started coming, her pussy squeezing him like a vise, demanding his surrender. He could do nothing but comply. The wave gathering in his balls overtook him and furious jets of cum burst from him with such strength, it felt like his head had exploded. Both heads. He came and came until he was totally spent and his arms couldn’t hold him up any longer.
When he regained his bearings, he was sprawled on top of her, and she was caressing his hair and his back. Worried he was crushing her, he rolled them to their sides. He wasn’t ready to lose her embrace yet.
She kissed him repeatedly, barely-there kisses on his lips. “Let me go clean up.”
“There’s something I want to hear from you,” Adrian said, not letting her go.
“Right.” She rolled her eyes. “Your cock is sooooo big. Huge, really. Never had anything bigger.”
He must have looked horrified, because she broke into giggles. Adrian rolled on top of her, immobilizing her. “I’m serious. Don’t jerk me around.”
When her giggles died down, she cupped his face and kissed him, deeply this time. “I love you, Adrian. Of course I love you.”
He hugged her hard, hiding his face in the crook of her neck. Thank fucking God.
“We never should have challenged them,” Wilma said to Rebecca and Greta as they walked out of the bowling alley, followed by Adrian’s charming thugs. XL, Ash, and Monti were high-fiving each other, congratulating themselves on a crushing victory.
Yeah, the OGs should have stopped while they were ahead. XL had taken Rachel’s place in their weekly bowling game, and they had won. Then Ash and Monti had come to pick him up, and Wilma and her friends had had the brilliant idea to challenge them. Senior-junior match, Greta had said. The kids had an hour before they were supposed to meet Sara and her friends, so they agreed.
“We can have the rematch whenever you want, ladies,” XL suggested. “Senior-junior grudge match.”
Luckily, they didn’t bet money. They would have had to resort to cheating, and that was rather tricky, taking into consideration that those three kiddos saw more from one eye than the OGs’ three pairs put together.
“I liked him more when he played with us,” Greta grumbled.
They had nearly reached Ash’s and Wilma’s cars when suddenly a group of people blocked their way. They were carrying baseball bats and chains and looked rather menacing.
XL, Ash, and Monti stood in front of the OGs.
“Tito sends his regards,” one of them said.
“Tito, Tito… do we know a Tito?” Greta asked in a whisper. “Did we cheat him at bingo?”
Wilma was pretty sure they hadn’t, but before she could say anything, XL spoke. “Your beef is with us. Let the old ladies go.”
The one who had spoken shrugged. It looked like they didn’t care much one way or the other.
“Go,” XL ordered the OGs. “Get in your car and go.” Then he addressed the group in front of them. “We’re not going back. Our debt is settled. We won’t work for Tito anymore.”
“We don’t want you back, but no one walks away without paying the price.”
“If it’s a question of money,” Rebecca said, opening her bag. “We can—”
“Go,” XL insisted as the other men advanced, bats at the ready.
Yeah, it didn’t look like money was going to cut it.
“Cover me,” Wilma whispered, taking a step backward and pulling her phone from her purse.
Greta and Rebecca obeyed. “What are you doing?” Rebecca whispered back.
“Calling the cavalry.”
Rachel and Adrian were in the bathroom when they heard the beep of her cell. They ignored it, but then came another and another and another.
The peace and solitude had been great for as long as it had lasted.
“Check it,” Adrian said, amused more than anything else. “Maybe they injured XL with the bowling ball.”
Chuckling, Rachel reached for her cell. “Holy shit. Get dressed,” she ordered, grabbing her clothes. “They’re in trouble.”