Page 39 of The Naughty List

"Yes, oh, yes, right there," she cries out, arching her back and pressing her tits into my chest.

I dip my head down and rest my cheek against hers as I hammer that spot over and over, loving the sound of her breathy moans in my ear.

"I'm…I-I'm…"

"I know, love, I feel you. Come for me, angel. Come all over my fucking cock."

Her entire body arches and tenses, expanding before she curls in on herself and screams into my neck, biting down as her orgasm devastates her curvy little body. I grit my teeth as cum rises up my shaft, watching as her head tips back and moan after moan pours from her swollen lips. I rut into her, feeling her release another wave of wetness all over my cock.

I lock my arms and look down at where we are connected. I feel the way we are no longer separate people, but one. That thought tips me over the edge, sending me crashing into an intense orgasm that steals my breath and strength.

I shake and pump into her again and again, shooting rope after rope of cum deep inside that convulsing cunt, praying it takes hold and gets her pregnant this first time. I feel a little selfish not even talking to her about protection, but we both know this is forever. I'll always take care of her and all of our children. I'm hoping for at least three. Carson deserves lots of siblings to play with and grow up with.

My arms give out and I collapse on top of her. I roll over and drag her with me, never breaking our connection as I settle her on my chest with her straddling me. Melissa whimpers with each exhale, her pussy still fluttering around me with aftershocks of her orgasm.

I tuck her into my chest and stroke her back in a calming gesture, bringing her down gently. We stay like that for long moments, our hearts beating rapidly and then slowing down together. Melissa is completely limp in my arms, making me smile.

"You okay, love?" I murmur, not wanting to break this little bubble we're in, but needing to make sure I didn't hurt her.

"So good," she slurs, snuggling deeper into my chest.

I grin and kiss the top of her head, reaching over to grab the blankets and cover us up.

"Me too, angel. Me too."

CHAPTER SEVEN

MELISSA

Iblink my eyes open, surprised to see sunlight filtering in through the window. After Drake ruined me for all other men, we paused briefly for dinner before falling back into bed, exploring each other's bodies until apparently, we fell asleep.

My body is buzzing, fully aware that Drake is spooned around me. As if waiting for me to wake up, Drake groans from behind me, his voice scratchy and gravelly. It lights a fire in my belly, the flames licking at my nerves and heating me through and through. I feel Drake's hands on me, one squeezing my breast while the other slips down my stomach and dips into my wet pussy.

"Need something from me, angel?" he murmurs before kissing the back of my neck. "Need me to fill you up? Take away the ache?"

"Yes," I exhale, tilting my hips and grinding against his hand. He's so right. Every part of me aches for him.

"You're perfect. My dirty girl," he growls before kissing me again. I've never thought of myself as a dirty girl, never even wanted that title, but hearing Drake say it makes me wet all over again. A new wave of arousal prickles my skin and makes me even needier than before.

I reach down and wrap my hand around his thickness, stroking him up and down and spreading precum over the head of his cock.

"Melissa," he groans. "Baby, you feel so damn good." I reach out and pull him down for a kiss. It's all teeth, tongue, and uncontrollable passion. "Spread your legs wide for me, sweetheart. Let me in. Let me into that tight, hot pussy."

I do as he says, and he settles himself between my legs, lining his huge dick up with my entrance. Drake surges forward in one hard thrust, making me throw my head back and dig my nails into his shoulders. It hurts so good, the way he's stretching me, breaking me, and blanketing me in unbelievable pleasure.

We both groan when he's fully seated, pausing to feel the way we're connected like this. I wrap my legs around him and buck my hips. Drake growls and pulls almost all of the way out before slamming into me again and again. He sets a relentless pace, the need in both of us too strong to deny.

I lean up for a kiss and he readily complies. We kiss and fuck like we're on fire, our skin slapping together as our sweat drips and mingles.

My ankles lock behind Drake's back and he takes the hint, hitting me so deep, so good, grinding down and filling me up with his thickness. I claw at his back, causing him to growl and piston in and out of me with renewed strength.

"So. Fucking. Good." Drake grunts in between thrusts. I nod and whimper, unable to do anything else. "I feel you, Melissa. Feel this pussy sucking me down. You want to let go, so do it. Let go for me."

I shake my head, almost afraid of the orgasm he's coaxing out of me.

Drake leans down and bites one nipple and then the other, pulling a moan out from deep in my chest.

"Again," he demands, continuing the sweet torture.