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dropping it on top of her shirt.
He salivated at the sight of her breasts. Her rosy nipples already stood in little peaks. All he could think of was getting them into his mouth. He stared at them as he yanked off his shirt and tossed it on top of her shirt and bra. “You’re beautiful, Mandy,” he said hoarsely.
“Hah. I love hearing you say that, but nothing’s changed. I’m still as flat-chested as a boy.”
He unclipped the 9MM he carried inside his waistband and laid it on her dresser, then sank to the edge of the bed to pry off his boots, at the same time watching her kick off her shoes and slide her skirt past her hips. It pooled at her feet, she stepped out of it wearing only her tiny panties. She often made those jokes about being built like a boy, but he saw nothing boyish about her toned body.
Her panties were blue lace—little things that barely covered her woman’s hair. “I do love blue,” he muttered, getting to his feet. He went to her, took her in his arms and pressed her body against his in a big hug , her breasts smoldering hot against his bare chest. A granite hard-on strained against his zipper.
Her hands slid up his biceps, her arms draped around his shoulders. She looked up at him with that dark message in her eyes that only added more heat to the simmer in his veins. “I know,” she said softly. “Everything you own is blue. Why do you think I wore it?”
He nuzzled the curve of her neck, the scent of woman driving straight to his dick, as if he needed more stimulation. “You smell so good….”
She tilted her head back, giving him access to her smooth throat. “I’ve missed you so much .”
“Me, too, baby,” he replied huskily, trailing his open mouth down her throat while he plucked her firm nipple with his thumb and fingers, stretching it and making it even firmer.
Her breath hissed between her teeth. “Oh, Pic. I love when you do that.”
His ego soared. He had never had a woman who responded to his touch the way she did. He cupped her breast in his palm and lifted it. “Do you still like when I do this?” He bent down and drew the elongated nipple into his mouth, gently pulled at it with his teeth, stabbed at it with his tongue.
She released a keening sound as her fingers combed through his hair. “Yesss.”
He moved his mouth to her other breast and gave it the same treatment, earning her little sighs and moans. His pants felt as if they were two sizes too small, which only added to the urgency pushing him. “Shit, baby, I gotta get outta these jeans.”
He set her away, unbuckled and unzipped, freeing his engorged cock and shuddering with relief. His erection jutted like a flagpole. No wonder. All the blood in his brain had drained to it. He shucked his jeans and shorts and kicked them aside.
Mandy’s gaze targeted his dick with such a heated look he got even harder. She clasped him, his full arousal filling her small hand. He groaned as another surge of adrenaline shot through his veins.
“You’re so hard,” she said.
“Tell me about it.” He hauled her against him again, their bodies squeezed together in a tight clench and their mouths joined in voluptuous kisses. Between them, she hung on to his dick, threatening his control.
“It makes me crazy when you’re like this,” she breathed between kisses.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me….I feel like I’m about to spin clear outta control.”
She pushed away from him. “Don’t lose control yet. Let me fix the bed first.”
She turned, bent forward and turned back the covers, then reached for the pillows, giving him a full view of her ass.
His heart was galloping. The lust that had been driving him for more than an hour overpowered him. Every other thought save burying his throbbing cock inside her left his mind. Before she could straighten, he stepped closer and bent over her, grasping the pillow she held and throwing it aside. “Baby, you gotta go first,” he said hoarsely.
He salivated at the sight of her breasts. Her rosy nipples already stood in little peaks. All he could think of was getting them into his mouth. He stared at them as he yanked off his shirt and tossed it on top of her shirt and bra. “You’re beautiful, Mandy,” he said hoarsely.
“Hah. I love hearing you say that, but nothing’s changed. I’m still as flat-chested as a boy.”
He unclipped the 9MM he carried inside his waistband and laid it on her dresser, then sank to the edge of the bed to pry off his boots, at the same time watching her kick off her shoes and slide her skirt past her hips. It pooled at her feet, she stepped out of it wearing only her tiny panties. She often made those jokes about being built like a boy, but he saw nothing boyish about her toned body.
Her panties were blue lace—little things that barely covered her woman’s hair. “I do love blue,” he muttered, getting to his feet. He went to her, took her in his arms and pressed her body against his in a big hug , her breasts smoldering hot against his bare chest. A granite hard-on strained against his zipper.
Her hands slid up his biceps, her arms draped around his shoulders. She looked up at him with that dark message in her eyes that only added more heat to the simmer in his veins. “I know,” she said softly. “Everything you own is blue. Why do you think I wore it?”
He nuzzled the curve of her neck, the scent of woman driving straight to his dick, as if he needed more stimulation. “You smell so good….”
She tilted her head back, giving him access to her smooth throat. “I’ve missed you so much .”
“Me, too, baby,” he replied huskily, trailing his open mouth down her throat while he plucked her firm nipple with his thumb and fingers, stretching it and making it even firmer.
Her breath hissed between her teeth. “Oh, Pic. I love when you do that.”
His ego soared. He had never had a woman who responded to his touch the way she did. He cupped her breast in his palm and lifted it. “Do you still like when I do this?” He bent down and drew the elongated nipple into his mouth, gently pulled at it with his teeth, stabbed at it with his tongue.
She released a keening sound as her fingers combed through his hair. “Yesss.”
He moved his mouth to her other breast and gave it the same treatment, earning her little sighs and moans. His pants felt as if they were two sizes too small, which only added to the urgency pushing him. “Shit, baby, I gotta get outta these jeans.”
He set her away, unbuckled and unzipped, freeing his engorged cock and shuddering with relief. His erection jutted like a flagpole. No wonder. All the blood in his brain had drained to it. He shucked his jeans and shorts and kicked them aside.
Mandy’s gaze targeted his dick with such a heated look he got even harder. She clasped him, his full arousal filling her small hand. He groaned as another surge of adrenaline shot through his veins.
“You’re so hard,” she said.
“Tell me about it.” He hauled her against him again, their bodies squeezed together in a tight clench and their mouths joined in voluptuous kisses. Between them, she hung on to his dick, threatening his control.
“It makes me crazy when you’re like this,” she breathed between kisses.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me….I feel like I’m about to spin clear outta control.”
She pushed away from him. “Don’t lose control yet. Let me fix the bed first.”
She turned, bent forward and turned back the covers, then reached for the pillows, giving him a full view of her ass.
His heart was galloping. The lust that had been driving him for more than an hour overpowered him. Every other thought save burying his throbbing cock inside her left his mind. Before she could straighten, he stepped closer and bent over her, grasping the pillow she held and throwing it aside. “Baby, you gotta go first,” he said hoarsely.
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