Bad Boys Rule
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As he thought about this, he kept working on Rosie, bringing her clit back into his mouth and sliding two fingers deep into her. This time, he just thrust, enjoying the way her eager pussy tightened around his fingers and how she would whimper whenever his knuckles grazed certain spots. He started pumping them faster, his tongue licking her clit in time to his fingers’ rhythm. He wanted to watch her come again.
This time Rosie helped him, using his shoulders as a brace as she thrust down onto his fingers, bringing them deeper into her. As their pace picked up, her thrusts became more and more frantic, and Lewis could feel her clenching around his fingers until, faster than he’d thought possibly, she was moaning his name and shuddering against his hand, her body quivering as she came on him.
Lewis let go of her clit and watched her come, her orgasm making her breasts jump and bounce and highlighting the muscles in her stomach as she strained. He groaned at the sight and knew he wouldn’t be able to hold off much longer. Luckily, she was ready for him.
“Fuck me,” she gasped as her orgasm faded. “Mm, Lewis, fuck me!”
Hurriedly, Lewis pulled on a condom from his wallet and kicked off his pants. He was so desperate to be inside of the wet pussy he’d just spent so long playing with, he forgot to take off his socks.
“Hard,” she whispered as he stood.
Lewis nodded and flipped her over onto her knees. Spreading the smooth cheeks of her ass, he quickly dipped his head to give her pussy one last, long lick before he slid his entire length into her. Rosie moaned into the sheets, her fingers clenching in the blankets.
Her pussy was so tight, and he’d been hard for so long, that Lewis almost came right then and there, but he reigned himself in and, slowly, drew his cock back out of her. Ignoring her indignant response, he eased himself back in. He did this a few more times, teasing them both, until he couldn’t help himself any longer, He rammed himself deep inside of her, thrusting hard and fast as she rose to meet him. Soon he was moaning too, the sound of her ass slapping against his stomach driving him wild. He felt the warm walls of her pussy contract around him and he drilled into her frantically, trying to last as long as possible.
Rosie bucked against him, another orgasm rising. As it broke she swore, trying to muffle herself in the bed so that she wouldn’t wake Angelo. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she moaned as it overwhelmed her. Her orgasm pushed Lewis over the edge and he buried himself in her once and for all, his cock spasming as he came as well.
When his orgasm finally subsided, Lewis drew himself slowly out of Rosie and collapsed onto the bed next to her. She smiled at him and brushed his sweaty hair off his face. “You must be pretty grateful,” she whispered.
“You have no idea,” Lewis muttered.
“Stay with me?” she asked.
“As long as you want me,” he replied, tenderly kissing her forehead.
***
The next morning Lewis woke up to the sun coming in through the still-open curtains. Rosie was looking down at him, her head propped in her hand. “Hey,” she said, smiling.
“Hi,” he grinned back, stroking her cheek. He’d never felt so happy to wake up before.
“Don’t you have a practice to get to or something?” Rosie asked, taking his hand in hers.
Lewis shrugged. “Nah. I got permanently suspended when you resigned.”
Rosie gaped at him. “Why didn’t you tell me? Oh my God, Lewis! I’ll phone Ben right now and—”
Lewis grabbed her wrist before she could go anywhere. “Don’t worry, Rosie. That’s not why I’m here. I don’t care. I don’t need baseball any longer. I had my time to shine. Now I just want to be with you and Angelo. Besides,” he shrugged, smiling, “I’m getting pretty old for the pro league.”
“Really?” Rosie whispered, hope lighting up her face.
“Really,” he told her, leaning in for a kiss.
Just before their lips touched, however, Angelo came bounding into the room. “Mom! Mom! Let’s—Lewis!” The little boy noticed the man and grinned. “You’re still here! Can we go play baseball again!?” Climbing up onto the bed, Angelo flopped down onto Lewis’ stomach, his eager face inches from the man’s.
Lewis grinned, gently wrestling with the boy. “You betcha we can.”
“Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Best Sunday ever!”
“Breakfast first!” Rosie insisted, smiling as she watched Lewis and Angelo play.
The two boys looked at each other. “Fine,” they sighed in unison.
Laughing, Rosie threw her arms around them both and, for a moment, the three of them just lay there, happy to be together as the sun rose above the city.
THE END