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referred to and walked over on wobbly legs that seemed barely
able to carry her. She positioned the back of the chair until it laid flat, then settled
onto the cushions. The sun felt warm against her skin, and beads of sweat began to
cover her flesh as she watched Jon remove his shirt.
Her eyes remained glued to his wide chest as he shrugged the shirt off his shoulders
and dropped it onto the ground. Wow, he looked good. Smooth tan skin over taut, hard
muscles. There was hardly any fat on him at all, she noticed as her gaze wandered
down his rigged abs.
After he pulled a condom from his pocket, his fingers worked loose the buttons of
his slacks, then lowered the zipper. Melinda held her breath as he pushed his pants
and underwear over his hips, releasing his engorged cock to her hungry gaze.
Wow, he was bigger than she initially thought. Thick and long, the head purple and
moist at the tip as precum oozed from the slit. She licked her lips, and Jon’s eyes
narrowed on her mouth.
“Keep doing that and you’ll have my cock in your mouth instead of your pussy.”
Melinda blinked at the rough sound to his voice. At that moment, he looked so much
like Erik it was startling. “Are you sure the two of you aren’t brothers?” she asked.
“The two of who?” he asked in amusement as he grabbed one of the pillows from the
chair next to them and tossed it onto the patio at the foot of the lounge.
“You and Erik,” she replied, hardly able to breath as she wait for Jon to take her.
He grabbed her ankles and tugged her forward so that her ass was at the edge of the
lounge. Melinda squealed and bit back a giggle at his hot, rough handling.
“We’re not brothers,” he said as he spread her thighs wide. “Although I think of him
as one.”
He put the flat of his hand on her pussy, and her hips bucked off the cushion, seeking
more.
“I think we can come up with something to talk about other than mine and Erik’s relationship,”
Jon said as he dipped his head between her legs. “Like how good you look.” He spread
her labia with the tips of his fingers and swiped his tongue over her clit. “And how
good you taste.”
He dipped his tongue into her opening. She cried out and lifted her hips off the cushion
toward his face. Jon backed away and shoved her back down with his hand on her hip.
“Don’t you dare come yet,” he commanded.
Her eyes went wide as his words sank in. Was he serious? Don’t come? She doubted she
could stop it, especially when he did things like lick her. Was he nuts?
“Just relax,” he said in a softer tone as he dipped his head again.
Melinda bit her lip and tried to hold her hips still as he nibbled along her labia.
His teeth and lips teased and tormented her at the same time, making her moan and
wiggle, despite her attempt to remain still. He drove her crazy, and she had a feeling
he knew it.
She let out a low groan and said, “Oh God.”
Arching her back, she thrust her breasts toward the warm sunshine. His wicked tongue
made her crazy, made her want to shout and beg him to take her, make her come, something…anything.
He again pulled away from her and straightened.
Melinda whined in protest. “Don’t,” she whispered.
“Patience,” he murmured.
Melinda watched as he came to his feet and walked to the table a few feet away. She
admired his tight ass, unable to take her eyes off him as he grabbed a handful of
grapes and began to walk back to her. His cock stood thick and tall, almost reaching
his naval. He looked bigger now than he did earlier. She frowned slightly, wondering
when he’d rolled on the condom. God, she wanted him. She wanted him so bad, she actually
ached inside. The need tightened the walls of her pussy and made her hips lift slightly
as the warm summer breeze blew across her exposed clit.
Without even thinking about it, she slid her hand down her stomach toward her pussy.
She needed
able to carry her. She positioned the back of the chair until it laid flat, then settled
onto the cushions. The sun felt warm against her skin, and beads of sweat began to
cover her flesh as she watched Jon remove his shirt.
Her eyes remained glued to his wide chest as he shrugged the shirt off his shoulders
and dropped it onto the ground. Wow, he looked good. Smooth tan skin over taut, hard
muscles. There was hardly any fat on him at all, she noticed as her gaze wandered
down his rigged abs.
After he pulled a condom from his pocket, his fingers worked loose the buttons of
his slacks, then lowered the zipper. Melinda held her breath as he pushed his pants
and underwear over his hips, releasing his engorged cock to her hungry gaze.
Wow, he was bigger than she initially thought. Thick and long, the head purple and
moist at the tip as precum oozed from the slit. She licked her lips, and Jon’s eyes
narrowed on her mouth.
“Keep doing that and you’ll have my cock in your mouth instead of your pussy.”
Melinda blinked at the rough sound to his voice. At that moment, he looked so much
like Erik it was startling. “Are you sure the two of you aren’t brothers?” she asked.
“The two of who?” he asked in amusement as he grabbed one of the pillows from the
chair next to them and tossed it onto the patio at the foot of the lounge.
“You and Erik,” she replied, hardly able to breath as she wait for Jon to take her.
He grabbed her ankles and tugged her forward so that her ass was at the edge of the
lounge. Melinda squealed and bit back a giggle at his hot, rough handling.
“We’re not brothers,” he said as he spread her thighs wide. “Although I think of him
as one.”
He put the flat of his hand on her pussy, and her hips bucked off the cushion, seeking
more.
“I think we can come up with something to talk about other than mine and Erik’s relationship,”
Jon said as he dipped his head between her legs. “Like how good you look.” He spread
her labia with the tips of his fingers and swiped his tongue over her clit. “And how
good you taste.”
He dipped his tongue into her opening. She cried out and lifted her hips off the cushion
toward his face. Jon backed away and shoved her back down with his hand on her hip.
“Don’t you dare come yet,” he commanded.
Her eyes went wide as his words sank in. Was he serious? Don’t come? She doubted she
could stop it, especially when he did things like lick her. Was he nuts?
“Just relax,” he said in a softer tone as he dipped his head again.
Melinda bit her lip and tried to hold her hips still as he nibbled along her labia.
His teeth and lips teased and tormented her at the same time, making her moan and
wiggle, despite her attempt to remain still. He drove her crazy, and she had a feeling
he knew it.
She let out a low groan and said, “Oh God.”
Arching her back, she thrust her breasts toward the warm sunshine. His wicked tongue
made her crazy, made her want to shout and beg him to take her, make her come, something…anything.
He again pulled away from her and straightened.
Melinda whined in protest. “Don’t,” she whispered.
“Patience,” he murmured.
Melinda watched as he came to his feet and walked to the table a few feet away. She
admired his tight ass, unable to take her eyes off him as he grabbed a handful of
grapes and began to walk back to her. His cock stood thick and tall, almost reaching
his naval. He looked bigger now than he did earlier. She frowned slightly, wondering
when he’d rolled on the condom. God, she wanted him. She wanted him so bad, she actually
ached inside. The need tightened the walls of her pussy and made her hips lift slightly
as the warm summer breeze blew across her exposed clit.
Without even thinking about it, she slid her hand down her stomach toward her pussy.
She needed
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