From Thug To Pornstar: I Reincarnated As Jonny Sins, So What!
Chapter 41: Deep throat

Chapter 41: Chapter 41: Deep throat

I laughed, rolling her over and pulling out, getting up to my knees as I helped her into place, up near my headboard so she’d be able to steady and brace herself better when she needed to. I adjusted her knees a little, really making that cute little ass pop for me, caressing it in my hands as I moved up behind her. I slid in slow, gentle, and deep, making her moan, then moved my hands to her hips as I started to thrust. She was doing okay so far, but I was fully expecting her legs to give out at any moment, and knew I needed to be prepared.

I wasn’t wrong, either. Her lead up was slow and relatively gentle, filled with the adorable little yips and gasps I was already coming to love so much, but once she made that crest again she completely lost control.

I held on for dear life, easily able to support her weight, her legs thrashing, hands clutching desperately to my headboard and sheets, screaming like I was killing her or she was having the time of her life, either could have been true.

And this time, she didn’t stop! She just kept squealing and kicking as I relentlessly pounded into her, either multiple orgasms all in a row, or one long one that wouldn’t seem to end, I had no idea which.

Finally I was able to join her, the sensation of my hot, thick cum filling her up finally forcing her to silence—not because her orgasm had ended, but because it had grown so strong she could no longer even breathe, her back bowing upwards, her eyes rolling back, her mouth gaping wordlessly in unbelievable pleasure! I delivered my last, in not much better shape than she was, sliding my hands up to her breasts and pulling her tightly back against my chest. She started breathing again, huge, racking gasps, as I nuzzled and kissed at the side of her neck.

"Oh... My... God...!" she managed to choke out, and I could only agree, chuckling quietly. We stayed there on our knees, neither of us daring to move a muscle, waiting for the intensity to fade. Until we heard the solid knocking on my door.

"Are you guys done in there now?" Livy called.

"Don’t come in!" Charlie squealed in panic.

"Well, cover up, already! I’m not yelling through the door!"

I reached back to grab the sheet, not knowing what else to do, and pulled it with me as I collapsed on top of her, pinning her to the bed beneath me, covering us both. She gasped and trembled as we landed, still fully impaled on my hard and throbbing cock. Livy opened the door slowly, still in her sleepshirt and panties, her hand in front of her face with a small gap between her fingers, as if that would protect her from seeing too much.

"Okay, good, it’s safe!" she chuckled wickedly and lowered her hand, her eyes darting back and forth over us on the bed. She might not have been able to see us directly, thanks to the sheet, but given our relative positioning I’m sure it didn’t take much to imagine what was going on underneath.

"I just wanted to tell you guys, I’m about to start making waffles for breakfast. So you can stay up here as long as you want, but if you stay too long you’re going to have to nuke them or eat them cold."

"Thanks, sweetie," I told her, trying like hell not to let my face react to the suddenly renewed clenching of Charlie’s amazing little pussy around my cock. She really hadn’t needed to open the door just to tell us that! "We’ll be down in just a little bit."

"’Kay!" she giggled, backing out and closing the door behind her, her laughter growing even louder as she retreated down the stairs to the kitchen.

"Oh, God..." Charlie moaned, hiding her face against the bed.

"Shhh... it’s okay, kitten," I reassured her, kissing her neck. "Just look at it this way; at least we have proof now that she really is okay with this, between you and me. She might put on a brave face and just say she’s okay, however she felt, if she thought this was what we both needed. But she’d hardly be teasing us and laughing like that if she was secretly upset by it."

"Well... I guess that’s true," she reluctantly allowed.

"So, what do you say?" I asked. "Quick shower this time? You know what Livy’s like in the kitchen; I want to get down there before she burns the place down around us!" That finally made her giggle, and she allowed me to pull out and help her to her feet.

I sent her into the bathroom to pee, while I tossed on my robe and darted down to the hall bathroom to retrieve her toothbrush for her. She was done by the time I returned, the door standing open, and we stood in front of the mirror to brush together, my hand cupping her cute, wiggling little ass the entire time.

We hurried in and out of the shower, but I wouldn’t let her dress—I put her in Vicki’s red satin robe, instead. It was huge on her, but she looked sexy as hell, and I kissed her passionately as I tightened her sash for her. I got back into my own robe as well, and I led her downstairs holding hands.

Charlie and I took over the cooking, and though Livy had a wicked gleam that would not vanish from her eye, she restrained herself from commenting or asking questions.

I was sure that would change, once she got either of us alone, but for the time being at least she was behaving herself well. I felt she deserved just a little bit of payback, however, so once the waffles were done and we went the table, I pulled Charlie into my lap with me to eat. She blushed brilliantly, but I think the feeling of my free hand caressing her hip through her satiny little robe made up for it, and the look on Livy’s face was priceless! We cleaned up quickly, and the two of them disappeared back up the stairs hand in hand, Livy leading the way.