Her breasts bounced, and immediately he wrapped one strong arm around her waist and lifted her up.
She held on to his arms and shoulders as he placed her down on the bed. Kneeling between her legs, hovering above her, he stroked a finger between her thighs. Back and forth, he trailed that long, thick digit as he stared down into her eyes.
“You’re gorgeous. I missed you today, and I want you.”
“I missed you, too,” she admitted.
He stopped touching her, stood up, and pulled off his shirt, then undid his pants. She stared as each piece of clothing came off of him and more perfect, muscular flesh appeared.
His tattoos were bold and colorful as they trailed down and over his shoulder and upper arm.
The sight of his long, thick cock aroused her senses, and when he reached for her panties, she lifted her hips to aid him.
He tore them off then lowered his shoulders between her thighs.
“Open for me. I want some of your sweet cream, Amelia.”
He used the palms of his hands to spread her open, and a moment later his tongue w
as at her entrance, flicking and sucking her clit.
She grabbed a hold of his head as his relentless strokes brought her closer and closer to orgasm.
“Waylon. Oh God, Waylon, what are you doing?”
He nipped her clit and she gave a small squeal until he pulled from her pussy, grabbed a hold of her hips, and brought her down closer to the edge of the bed. He remained standing over her then aligned his cock with her entrance and shoved inside.
She moaned as she shook from the instant invasion. The feel of his thick long shaft shoving into her wet, hot folds made her release a sigh of pure relief. She wanted him so badly. Having Waylon inside of her actually brought her instant peace and security. How fucking odd.
Waylon leaned over her, gripping her hips as she wrapped her legs around his midsection best she could. He was thick, hard, and muscular everywhere as she tried to get closer against him.
He cupped her breasts and tweaked her nipples over and over again, torturing her. Her moans became louder, and she knew the others would hear her. She wanted them here, too. It was so strange to think of the others as Waylon fucked her.
He raised her hips higher, placed his hands on her shoulders, and pushed down as he thrust into her upward. His cock felt as if it hit her womb with every stroke.
She burned inside. Her mind absorbed every bit of desire for this man and for his brothers. It irked her. It excited her and scared the living crap out of her. She wanted to be their possession. She wanted them to own her, brand her, and take her to this feeling of completion at every opportunity they could get. She never felt like this. It was so wild and intense.
“Oh God, Waylon. Harder, harder, Waylon,” she demanded.
He pressed his entire body against her. He was crushing her as he used both hands to squeeze her ass cheeks open while thrusting into her cunt. She hugged him to her, hardly capable of breathing a full breath because of his weight and his thrusts. She breathed in his scent. She absorbed the feel of hard, muscular male surrounding her. He was so big, and capable, it made her cunt leak with admiration.
“Fuck, Amelia. I’m coming. Come with me.” He growled at her as he stroked her cunt hard. She gripped him tight and counterthrust against him.
“Waylon!” She screamed as her body convulsed underneath him. She felt Waylon tense then explode inside of her.
They panted for air and all she could do was lie there beneath him and relish in the satisfaction of feeling safe with Waylon inside of her.
Would he really keep me safe? Would it really feel like this forever, or one day would he love me less and less?
That painful thought brought her back to reality and immediately that safeguard, that imaginary wall, began to rise back up inside of her.
A moment later he rolled to his side, taking her along with him, causing her to gain full breaths of air. Although he practically crushed her with his weight, she didn’t care. She wanted to feel as close as humanly possible to him. She kissed along his collarbone and neck as he caressed her lower back.
“You can really get under my skin,” he teased.
“You can really get under mine,” she retorted then smiled.
“Um, dessert usually comes after dinner,” Ricky teased as he and Brody stood in the doorway smirking.