Blissful Devastation (Leighton Lock Chronicles #1)

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Authors: A.T. Smith
sex, slipping two fingers inside of her as I press my lips
to hers. “Like that, Baby? Does it feel good having my fingers inside your
tight little pussy?” I question her, knowing she likes it when I let the dirty
thoughts slip out.
    “Yes, fucking yes. More, give me more, Leighton.” She pleads
me, pushing herself down hard against my hand, forcing my fingers deeper inside
of her.
    “Naughty girl.” I moan out, feeling her juices slippery
around my fingers as she pushes herself to an orgasm. “That’s it baby, fuck
yourself with my fingers, harder, fuck yourself harder, I want to feel you
coming on them, hear you screaming and moaning my name when you do. You know
who owns you, Josie? Me, I fucking own you, now give it to me, let me have it.”
I command her, fucking her cunt hard with my fingers, pushing against her front
wall, preparing her cum.
    “Yes, Leighton, you own me, you own everything about me. I'm
going to cum baby.” Josie screams at the top of her lungs, her breathing
becoming sharp and short, her body convulsing and spasming around my hand as
she is hit with it. Her climax sears through her, causing her body to shake and
tremor as every ounce of energy is sucked from her.
    I bend down as she continues to cum, putting my lips to her
clit as my fingers continue fucking her. I suck on it hard, biting down on the
little nub. “Ahhh, Leighton. Please, I want your cock in me.” Josie exclaims to
me, her hands struggling to find my arse to pull me up to her. She can't find
it, so results to using my hair. She claps the strands and halls me up her
body, her hand reaching round when my arse is in reach. She pulls hard, lining
our bodies, forcing my cock into her as we meet.
    “Oh shit.” I hiss out, trying to stop myself coming already.
She is so tight, a wet, hot sheath for my cock. Her cunt strangles me, gripping
fiercely down on me, suffocating the blood flow around me.
    “You want it, Angel, you’ll fucking have it.” I inform her,
preparing her for what I know she loves. My girl is dirty, a filthy fucking
bitch who isn’t sated without her pussy being thoroughly fucked.
    I have spoken with the midwife, asked about sex during
pregnancy, and she said sex is fine, even mine and Josie’s tastes, being the
rough and hard kind. She said if anything, the continuous firm rocking should
help calm the baby.
    With the Docs go ahead, Josie and I have been like animals.
Fucking all the time, unable to get enough of one another, and with her
hormones sky high, her arousal just doesn’t falter, she is always horny, always
wanting cock, and I’m more than inclined to give it to her.
    “Please.” She begs once more, before words are stripped from
her vocabulary and all that is left are the loud cries and screams as I fuck
her mercilessly.
    I use one of my hands to stroke and tease her tight clit as
my cock slides in and out of her, my other hand fists her hair hard, pulling
her head to side as my lips attack her neck, sucking and biting her sensitive
skin. Every cry and plead for more has my balls tightening and threatening to
blow.
    “You want my hot cum in you, baby?” I ask her for
permission, not that I’d listen anyway, her pussy is mine and therefore I will
squirt my load in there whenever I want to.
    “Fuck yes.” She nods enthusiastically. I know, having been
told by her, that the feeling of me coming in her, sets her off on her own
climax.
    I bite my lip, and begin thrusting a little harder, pulling
her hair harder. Her eyes roll back in her head, making me growl roughly as my
spine begins to tingle and my whole being begins to quake with release.
“Coming.” I say simply, smashing into her once more, before spilling the
capacity of my balls in her.
    “Leighton.” She says my name, breathlessly and gravely as
she cums, her hands scoring at my back, engraving her mark to the flesh she
owns.
    “Wow. It just never ceases to amaze me. Fuck, how do you
know how to do that?” she asks me, when

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