Lyka Bloom

Rubberwerks 2 - Part 7

Added 2023-09-01 00:00:29 +0000 UTC

He was gripping her by the waist, his fingers sinking into her flesh while he plowed her. God, how she loved the way his cock filled her up. She could ride his pole all night if he could last. He'd already gone down on her, giving her the evening's first climax, and now she was rapidly approaching another. The way he was moving, it felt like he might be close, too.

As if by prophecy, he exploded inside her. Jenny rode his dark, willing her orgasm to come. She yowled and rose, wrapping herself around him, his cock still inside her, pulsing as it spat the last of his cum into her canal.

"Holy fuck," he panted, laughing.

"Ditto."

They remained in the pose, their bodies pressed together, for a long moment, and then they collapsed onto the bed, rolling away from each other, their hands still entwined as if desperate to keep some sort of physical contact.

"What time do we have to get up tomorrow?"

Jenny groaned. "Let's not talk about that. After a fuck like that, let's just pretend we're on vacation."

"I was asking so we woke up in time for another round, if you must know."

One of his hands was in hers, the other on her soft belly, caressing in lazy circles.

"What if I'm not in the mood?" she teased.

"I guess it's just me and the shower, then. Don't blame me if there's no hot water."

Now it was her turn to caress him, only it was his softening cock she held. "Nuh-uh," she chided. "This and everything that comes out of it belongs to me."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"That's better."

A quiet crept over them, peaceful and happy.

"I like it here," Tatum said.

"I bet you do."

"No, that's not what I mean. It's just... I like how everyone sort of knows each other, even after a day. You see the same faces, even if you don't know their names."

Jenny murmured.

"I was thinking, when we get back, maybe we find a town like this. Not under a dome, but something small. A real community. A place we could raise a kid or two if we wanted."

Jenny propped up on an arm. "Kids? We're not even married, Mr. Cross."

"I was thinking maybe we'd fix that, too."

Her heart simultaneously lifted and swelled, sticking in her throat. She felt stupid for the tears welling in her eyes.