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Authors: Lola Rivera
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light on in the living room. My heart raced at the sight. As I killed the engine and climbed out of my car, I conjured up the wickedest scenarios. Knowing Gage, he probably had something deliciously dirty planned for our first night together in almost a week.
With my wallet in hand, I skipped up the steps and crossed the wide porch. There was a light, cool breeze that made the old wooden swing sway and the rocking chair creak. The Halloween decorations I had put up gave the space an eerie atmosphere. I hoped the kiddos who would be ringing our doorbell tomorrow night enjoyed all the work I had put into the spooky porch.
Feeling playful, I rang the doorbell twice and stepped back to wait for Gage to answer. A few seconds later, the door opened to reveal Gage's frowning face. Grinning, I said, "Trick or treat, Officer Cruz."
When he realized it was me and not some late night troublemaker, he smiled and shook his head. "I'm all out of candy and lollipops, sweetheart."
I traced the white S.W.A.T. logo on his t-shirt. "Well, I'm sure you've got something else I can put in my mouth and suck on, Officer Cruz."
"I've got something in mind." Chuckling, he snatched my hand and dragged me into the house. He kicked the door shut and pressed me back against it. He flipped the dead bolt before crushing his mouth to mine. I groaned and clutched at his shirt, dropping my wallet to the floor without a care.
Gage devoured my mouth, his tongue stabbing between my lips and mastering mine. I held tight to his shirt and let him have his way with me. He crouched down a bit and grasped the backs of my thighs. I lifted my legs to his waist and let him support me against the door.
My greedy hands slid under his shirt. I loved the feel of his chiseled abs and rock-hard chest. I tugged at his shirt. "Take this off. I need to touch you."
He shifted his hips and kept me pinned to the door while he peeled out of his shirt. The second all that sexy tanned flesh was revealed I leaned forward and swiped my tongue across his nipple. I sucked hard and made him hiss.
Gage grunted and tugged on my braids. "I like these. You should wear them more often."
I glanced up at him in surprise. "Really? You don't think they're a little silly?"
He laughed. "As opposed to the sexy beer garden girl look?"
"It was this or the skimpy cheerleader."
He looked interested. "Maybe we should hit up the mall tomorrow and pick that one up, too."
I kissed him long and hard. "You're incorrigible, you know that?"
"Better than you calling me a dirty old man," he reasoned.
"Oh, please. Since when is thirty old?"
"When thirty is banging almost twenty-one, it's old."
I rolled my eyes. "Well, this hot young thing wants her old man to get on with that banging."
Gage captured my lips and carried me away from the door. When we reached the couch, he let my feet slide to the floor. I dropped to my knees in front of him and unbuckled his belt. He had answered the door barefoot so it wasn't too hard to get him out of those tactical pants and his boxer-briefs.
My mouth watered at the sight of that big, long dick I had grown to love so much. I stroked him with one hand and used the other to fondle his testicles. Knowing just how much he loved it, I dragged my tongue up and down his shaft and over his sac. He groaned and pushed against my mouth. I did wicked, dirty things to him, all the while enjoying the sounds he made.
Lips wet and with a little saliva pooled on my tongue, I pulled his cockhead into my mouth. He grunted and pumped his hips a little bit. I painted his shaft with my tongue, dragging it up and down his hot, velvety skin.
Gage reached down and tugged the loosely tied red strings of the corset front to my costume. He grasped the front of my blouse and jerked it down until my breasts spilled out of the white cotton. He pinched my nipples and I yelped. The fiery pang left me panting. I loved it when he played rough with me, especially my sensitive nipples.
Gage
With my wallet in hand, I skipped up the steps and crossed the wide porch. There was a light, cool breeze that made the old wooden swing sway and the rocking chair creak. The Halloween decorations I had put up gave the space an eerie atmosphere. I hoped the kiddos who would be ringing our doorbell tomorrow night enjoyed all the work I had put into the spooky porch.
Feeling playful, I rang the doorbell twice and stepped back to wait for Gage to answer. A few seconds later, the door opened to reveal Gage's frowning face. Grinning, I said, "Trick or treat, Officer Cruz."
When he realized it was me and not some late night troublemaker, he smiled and shook his head. "I'm all out of candy and lollipops, sweetheart."
I traced the white S.W.A.T. logo on his t-shirt. "Well, I'm sure you've got something else I can put in my mouth and suck on, Officer Cruz."
"I've got something in mind." Chuckling, he snatched my hand and dragged me into the house. He kicked the door shut and pressed me back against it. He flipped the dead bolt before crushing his mouth to mine. I groaned and clutched at his shirt, dropping my wallet to the floor without a care.
Gage devoured my mouth, his tongue stabbing between my lips and mastering mine. I held tight to his shirt and let him have his way with me. He crouched down a bit and grasped the backs of my thighs. I lifted my legs to his waist and let him support me against the door.
My greedy hands slid under his shirt. I loved the feel of his chiseled abs and rock-hard chest. I tugged at his shirt. "Take this off. I need to touch you."
He shifted his hips and kept me pinned to the door while he peeled out of his shirt. The second all that sexy tanned flesh was revealed I leaned forward and swiped my tongue across his nipple. I sucked hard and made him hiss.
Gage grunted and tugged on my braids. "I like these. You should wear them more often."
I glanced up at him in surprise. "Really? You don't think they're a little silly?"
He laughed. "As opposed to the sexy beer garden girl look?"
"It was this or the skimpy cheerleader."
He looked interested. "Maybe we should hit up the mall tomorrow and pick that one up, too."
I kissed him long and hard. "You're incorrigible, you know that?"
"Better than you calling me a dirty old man," he reasoned.
"Oh, please. Since when is thirty old?"
"When thirty is banging almost twenty-one, it's old."
I rolled my eyes. "Well, this hot young thing wants her old man to get on with that banging."
Gage captured my lips and carried me away from the door. When we reached the couch, he let my feet slide to the floor. I dropped to my knees in front of him and unbuckled his belt. He had answered the door barefoot so it wasn't too hard to get him out of those tactical pants and his boxer-briefs.
My mouth watered at the sight of that big, long dick I had grown to love so much. I stroked him with one hand and used the other to fondle his testicles. Knowing just how much he loved it, I dragged my tongue up and down his shaft and over his sac. He groaned and pushed against my mouth. I did wicked, dirty things to him, all the while enjoying the sounds he made.
Lips wet and with a little saliva pooled on my tongue, I pulled his cockhead into my mouth. He grunted and pumped his hips a little bit. I painted his shaft with my tongue, dragging it up and down his hot, velvety skin.
Gage reached down and tugged the loosely tied red strings of the corset front to my costume. He grasped the front of my blouse and jerked it down until my breasts spilled out of the white cotton. He pinched my nipples and I yelped. The fiery pang left me panting. I loved it when he played rough with me, especially my sensitive nipples.
Gage
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