Page 47 of Beautiful Envy
“More,” she encouraged, pushing her hips back onto me. I slipped in even further, my legs shaking as I tried to regain control.
Her whimper spurred me into action, not wanting to hurt or disappoint her.
Keeping a hold of her thighs, I pulled her back as I thrust forward over and over. The desk squeaked from the movement; the sound joining our moans as we rushed to find our release.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she screamed, her body shaking, her walls tightening around me as she came. It was all it took for my orgasm to push me over the edge. I’d denied my body for so long that it was ready to combust when it finally had her.
Shaking, I held her to me as I came so hard I felt all the cum drain from my balls. She’d literally wrung me dry.
Darcie collapsed onto the desk once I pulled out, panting as she gathered her breath. Once blood returned to my brain, I walked to the bathroom and disposed of the condom. Taking a few wet cloths, I returned to her, gently cleaning her up as she lay there. Once I was done, I wrapped her in my arms, cradling her to my chest. Brushing her hair back, I stared into the eyes of the woman who fit me so completely.
“How are you, my Queen?”
“Good. So good,” she mumbled, a soft smile on her lips.
“I’m sorry I’ve been such an asshole,” I whispered, finding it easier to admit the truth now that it was out in the open.
“It’s okay. I kind of like it. It’s fun.”
“You do know how to press my buttons.” I paused, needing to know something. “I’m assuming the guys told you about what our club wants.”
“Mm-hmm. Yep. I’m all good. I love all you fuckers,” she whispered, her eyes falling closed.
I froze, wondering if she meant that the way it sounded. Sitting back in the chair, I let her sleep for a while as I thought about what this meant.
Pulling out my phone, I opened the group message with my brothers.
Me: I hate you assholes
It didn’t take long for them to respond.
PB: Does that mean our little firecracker succeeded?
CB: He’s a stronger man than we give him credit for if she didn’t.
PB: Nah, he so gave in. My dick radar is going off. Bubba got some.
CB: I don’t think that sounds as cool as you think it does, bro.
PB: You’re just jealous your dick can’t do it.
CB: Again, not something I’d brag about. Weird flex, bro.
Chuckling, I couldn’t help but laugh at the two idiots who’d become my family.
Me: Cowboy is right, PB. It’s weird. Don’t talk about your dick with us.
PB: Is it because mine’s the prettiest?
Me: Doubtful.
PB: Want a contest? Sunflower can judge.
CB: I’m still waiting to hear if he gave in to our girl or not first.
Me: She smells of sunshine and honeysuckle.
It was quiet for a few before the phone blew up as multiple texts came through.