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along the way. Kevin was leaning
over now, hands on her shoulders and massaging her.
When she reached the fat mushroom
head, Elsie gripped him and took him into her mouth. She twisted
her hand as she sucked him, gently scraping her teeth up and down
his length.
Right when his moaning grew the
most intense, and right before he could climax, Elsie pulled away.
She smiled up at him, luxuriating in his musky smell.
“ Your turn,” she said.
“ But,” Kevin said, trying to hide
his goofy smile, “isn’t there some rule that a man can’t his bride
before the wedding?”
“ Fuck the rules, baby. We’re not
exactly a normal couple anymore.”
As if they ever were.
Kevin gripped her upper arms and
lifted Elsie to her feet.
Then he went down on
her.
Chapter
Ten
Kevin smoothed back her silky soft
hair. He felt the sweat trickling at the nape of her neck. Elsie
hadn’t lied when she told him she was bad.
Maybe not in the way she meant it.
She was saying she was spy after all? Was she spying on him? Logic
told him that was a possibility.
Logic was a cold hearted bitch.
Kevin didn’t care about logic or thinking right now. And after
Elsie pulled open his belt and started slobbering all his manhood,
it was too late, spy or not.
Kevin didn’t even care about the
silly rule about a groom not seeing the bride before the wedding.
He kept secrets for a living. No big deal to keep this secret
too.
She already smelled like an orgasm,
and not from the earlier fling she had in the kitchen. All his will
went into not bucking his hips into her face. He enjoyed the rising
tension as she sucked him, giving her all the power to tease and
get him off. He wanted to enjoy that sensation for as long as
possible.
When Kevin couldn’t take it any
longer, he grabbed Elsie by the upper arms and brought her to her
feet. He pushed her into the corner, near the pool stick rack.
Sweat trickled down his back, his palms hot and sticky on her
smooth arms. A wild, mock-fearful expression plastered Elsie’s
face—wide eyes, neck and cheeks blushed, mouth in a lovely “O”
shape.
Kevin got down on one knee, and
lifted her dress above her hips.
Elsie’s pussy was shaved into a
thin landing strip, just the way he liked it. The hair seemed to
point from her navel down to her honey pot. But the shaved areas
hadn’t been tended to in a few days. The bare skin was rough and
bristly.
He dived right in, tongue extended
and eager to taste, splitting her lips apart with index and middle
fingers. Her clitoris popped out right away, and he licked and
nibbled on her pearl.
Elsie combed her fingers through
his hair, and pulled as she moaned in ecstasy.
She was gushing wet with juices
trickling down both thighs.
Not stopping to give her a rest,
not even bothering to tease like he loved doing to her, he sank two
fingers inside while he flicked her clit with his tongue. Back and
forth, up and down. Kevin wiggled his fingers inside.
Then he curled his fingers into a
“come hither” motion, rubbing on her G-spot.
Elsie thrashed against him, knees
buckling and fingers pulling his hair tighter. Her hips bucked
wildly as she rode his fingers, her essence dripping down his
forearm now. Kevin didn’t stop, not even slowing, giving her no
satisfaction of rest. He rubbed, flicked, and licked every
sensitive part of her.
She let out a ferocious holler,
shrieking like a sex starved banshee. Breasts bouncing under her
dress, her eyes slitted and she threw her head back for another
loud moan.
Kevin touched himself, rubbing the
slick precum gushing out and slowly stroking down the shaft to his
balls. He was so sensitive, his cock hurt with pleasure. He felt
the subtle pain deep in his stomach and hips and down his thighs.
The tension was sweet and cruel.
He got to his feet.
“ No,” Elsie whimpered, lips
puckered and shoulders bunched up. “No. No, no.”
Kevin lightly kissed her on the
lips. “Yes.”
“ No?” A wicked grin burst
over now, hands on her shoulders and massaging her.
When she reached the fat mushroom
head, Elsie gripped him and took him into her mouth. She twisted
her hand as she sucked him, gently scraping her teeth up and down
his length.
Right when his moaning grew the
most intense, and right before he could climax, Elsie pulled away.
She smiled up at him, luxuriating in his musky smell.
“ Your turn,” she said.
“ But,” Kevin said, trying to hide
his goofy smile, “isn’t there some rule that a man can’t his bride
before the wedding?”
“ Fuck the rules, baby. We’re not
exactly a normal couple anymore.”
As if they ever were.
Kevin gripped her upper arms and
lifted Elsie to her feet.
Then he went down on
her.
Chapter
Ten
Kevin smoothed back her silky soft
hair. He felt the sweat trickling at the nape of her neck. Elsie
hadn’t lied when she told him she was bad.
Maybe not in the way she meant it.
She was saying she was spy after all? Was she spying on him? Logic
told him that was a possibility.
Logic was a cold hearted bitch.
Kevin didn’t care about logic or thinking right now. And after
Elsie pulled open his belt and started slobbering all his manhood,
it was too late, spy or not.
Kevin didn’t even care about the
silly rule about a groom not seeing the bride before the wedding.
He kept secrets for a living. No big deal to keep this secret
too.
She already smelled like an orgasm,
and not from the earlier fling she had in the kitchen. All his will
went into not bucking his hips into her face. He enjoyed the rising
tension as she sucked him, giving her all the power to tease and
get him off. He wanted to enjoy that sensation for as long as
possible.
When Kevin couldn’t take it any
longer, he grabbed Elsie by the upper arms and brought her to her
feet. He pushed her into the corner, near the pool stick rack.
Sweat trickled down his back, his palms hot and sticky on her
smooth arms. A wild, mock-fearful expression plastered Elsie’s
face—wide eyes, neck and cheeks blushed, mouth in a lovely “O”
shape.
Kevin got down on one knee, and
lifted her dress above her hips.
Elsie’s pussy was shaved into a
thin landing strip, just the way he liked it. The hair seemed to
point from her navel down to her honey pot. But the shaved areas
hadn’t been tended to in a few days. The bare skin was rough and
bristly.
He dived right in, tongue extended
and eager to taste, splitting her lips apart with index and middle
fingers. Her clitoris popped out right away, and he licked and
nibbled on her pearl.
Elsie combed her fingers through
his hair, and pulled as she moaned in ecstasy.
She was gushing wet with juices
trickling down both thighs.
Not stopping to give her a rest,
not even bothering to tease like he loved doing to her, he sank two
fingers inside while he flicked her clit with his tongue. Back and
forth, up and down. Kevin wiggled his fingers inside.
Then he curled his fingers into a
“come hither” motion, rubbing on her G-spot.
Elsie thrashed against him, knees
buckling and fingers pulling his hair tighter. Her hips bucked
wildly as she rode his fingers, her essence dripping down his
forearm now. Kevin didn’t stop, not even slowing, giving her no
satisfaction of rest. He rubbed, flicked, and licked every
sensitive part of her.
She let out a ferocious holler,
shrieking like a sex starved banshee. Breasts bouncing under her
dress, her eyes slitted and she threw her head back for another
loud moan.
Kevin touched himself, rubbing the
slick precum gushing out and slowly stroking down the shaft to his
balls. He was so sensitive, his cock hurt with pleasure. He felt
the subtle pain deep in his stomach and hips and down his thighs.
The tension was sweet and cruel.
He got to his feet.
“ No,” Elsie whimpered, lips
puckered and shoulders bunched up. “No. No, no.”
Kevin lightly kissed her on the
lips. “Yes.”
“ No?” A wicked grin burst
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