each thrust I climb higher and higher until I am screaming. At first, I don't realize how loud I’m being, but the pounding on the door clues me in. I want to laugh, or yell back. Give them some good ol' Seven sass, but I can't. It feels too good to do anything but focus on the good fucking I’ve begged for.
“You like that, Seven? Is that what you needed?” each word is accentuated with a thrust, deeper, harder, more desperate for release than Levi has been in the longest time.
I moan in response, because I can't formulate any kind of coherent words. My release churns in my belly, and I feel Levi tense up as he comes deep inside my cunt. Coating my pussy with this thick seed, spurt-by-spurt. Fuck it feels good.
“God damn!” I yell as I fall over the edge. His fingers rub my clit as I scream with ecstasy. Now this is the kind of sex I was talking about. None of that bullshit married couples fall into once they say I do. Now, if we could just jump on that before baby sex list, I would be golden. Maybe I can ask for that as a Christmas present?
(Chrome)
That little sack of shit forgot I asked him to do something for me this morning. Noooooo, he was too busy getting his dick wet inside my soon to be fiancé’s baby sister. The one who has barely spoken three words since she returned to Woodstock at the forced hand of Seven. I know Star was playing matchmaker, I just thought River was smart enough than to get involved in something like that. Especially with the fucking way he is.
Now, I have to disappear and pray no one notices for the next two fucking hours. If it wouldn't turn into a huge scene, I would try to fucking remind him of the simple damn task I left to him. Damn asshat boy.
Although with Star's new found need to bake every cookie known to mankind, I don't think she will notice I left. Hell, the house could crumble around her and she would still be lookin' all fuckin' cute in her vintage apron cooking up a storm. I shake my head and just pray my plan for tonight goes off without a hitch.
I knock on the guest bedroom door praying Seven and Levi are done with their early morning fuck. It seems like everyone in the house has gotten laid this morning, but me. Whatever.
A bright-eyed, and bushy tailed Seven answers the door and pulls me over the threshold by the collar of my shirt. Hands off lady. I don't do that touchy feely bullshit with anyone. Only Star. Only ever Star. She bounces up and down like one of the girls would and I wonder exactly what happened to the tough as nails business woman who wanted to castrate me at Thanksgiving dinner. I mean, don't get me wrong, it’s probably better to be on her good side, but this is just strange.
“She doesn't suspect a thing,” Seven mentions while picking up her phone from the desk. “Everything is all set at Pierce and Sons,” the small jewelry store I found the ring I just knew would look perfect on her finger. It is old, vintage. It isn't too big, but definitely not too small at all. Classic beauty for my perfect girl.
“River apparently isn't going to be going to get it, so I need you to cover for me for the next two hours. Make sure Star doesn't go looking for me. If she notices I’m gone, tell her it’s club business and I’ll be back shortly, and Seven? Thanks, you are a lifesaver.” I nod in Levi's direction as he walks out of the bathroom and gives me a nod.
I turn for the door and pray I can pull this off without someone tipping Star off, or having her figure it all out on her own. I’m sure she isn't expecting anything like this since we have fallen into such a simple day-to-day routine since finding each other. But it just isn't enough for me anymore. I never thought there would be a day when I wanted a wedding, or a woman to wear my last name. But I found her, and I am never letting her go.
(Levi)
That fool is as hard up as I was when I virtually kidnapped Seven and brought her to Vegas. I’m sure Star will swoon over
“You like that, Seven? Is that what you needed?” each word is accentuated with a thrust, deeper, harder, more desperate for release than Levi has been in the longest time.
I moan in response, because I can't formulate any kind of coherent words. My release churns in my belly, and I feel Levi tense up as he comes deep inside my cunt. Coating my pussy with this thick seed, spurt-by-spurt. Fuck it feels good.
“God damn!” I yell as I fall over the edge. His fingers rub my clit as I scream with ecstasy. Now this is the kind of sex I was talking about. None of that bullshit married couples fall into once they say I do. Now, if we could just jump on that before baby sex list, I would be golden. Maybe I can ask for that as a Christmas present?
(Chrome)
That little sack of shit forgot I asked him to do something for me this morning. Noooooo, he was too busy getting his dick wet inside my soon to be fiancé’s baby sister. The one who has barely spoken three words since she returned to Woodstock at the forced hand of Seven. I know Star was playing matchmaker, I just thought River was smart enough than to get involved in something like that. Especially with the fucking way he is.
Now, I have to disappear and pray no one notices for the next two fucking hours. If it wouldn't turn into a huge scene, I would try to fucking remind him of the simple damn task I left to him. Damn asshat boy.
Although with Star's new found need to bake every cookie known to mankind, I don't think she will notice I left. Hell, the house could crumble around her and she would still be lookin' all fuckin' cute in her vintage apron cooking up a storm. I shake my head and just pray my plan for tonight goes off without a hitch.
I knock on the guest bedroom door praying Seven and Levi are done with their early morning fuck. It seems like everyone in the house has gotten laid this morning, but me. Whatever.
A bright-eyed, and bushy tailed Seven answers the door and pulls me over the threshold by the collar of my shirt. Hands off lady. I don't do that touchy feely bullshit with anyone. Only Star. Only ever Star. She bounces up and down like one of the girls would and I wonder exactly what happened to the tough as nails business woman who wanted to castrate me at Thanksgiving dinner. I mean, don't get me wrong, it’s probably better to be on her good side, but this is just strange.
“She doesn't suspect a thing,” Seven mentions while picking up her phone from the desk. “Everything is all set at Pierce and Sons,” the small jewelry store I found the ring I just knew would look perfect on her finger. It is old, vintage. It isn't too big, but definitely not too small at all. Classic beauty for my perfect girl.
“River apparently isn't going to be going to get it, so I need you to cover for me for the next two hours. Make sure Star doesn't go looking for me. If she notices I’m gone, tell her it’s club business and I’ll be back shortly, and Seven? Thanks, you are a lifesaver.” I nod in Levi's direction as he walks out of the bathroom and gives me a nod.
I turn for the door and pray I can pull this off without someone tipping Star off, or having her figure it all out on her own. I’m sure she isn't expecting anything like this since we have fallen into such a simple day-to-day routine since finding each other. But it just isn't enough for me anymore. I never thought there would be a day when I wanted a wedding, or a woman to wear my last name. But I found her, and I am never letting her go.
(Levi)
That fool is as hard up as I was when I virtually kidnapped Seven and brought her to Vegas. I’m sure Star will swoon over
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