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Authors: Cat Johnson
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whispered to a now breathless Marla. “Do you know why they call me Mustang?”
“No,” she breathed.
“Wanna find out?”
She opened her eyes and gazed up at him through heavy lids. “Yes.” Mustang smiled. “Help me off with my jeans and I’ll show you.” Still wobbly, she spun to face him. Kneeling on the bed, she undid his pants. He groaned as her hands brushed his now throbbing erection.
Mustang kicked off his boots and stood, letting her help him push off the jeans and leaving them in a pile on the floor. “You’re turn, darlin’. Get comfortable ‘cause I’m not nearly done with you yet.”
Marla slid out of her own pants and panties, showing him what he’d already felt. She was waxed perfectly smooth. That should really send Chase into a tizzy.
Smiling at that thought, Mustang wiggled backward onto the bed. “Okay, ready to meet my namesake?”
She nodded, eyes already trained on the bulge straining his boxers.
“Come on over here then and help me release Junior, but I’m warning you, he’s more than a mouthful. Don’t worry if you can’t handle him.”
Marla raised a brow. “Is that a challenge, cowboy?”
“Could be.” Mustang grinned.
“Never challenge a Jersey girl.” Then Marla set about proving Mustang wrong, which was exactly the point to begin with.
As her hot, wet mouth engulfed him, Mustang laid back, closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation he hadn’t felt in weeks. Far too long, in his opinion. Then he remembered Chase and opened his eyes. Predictably, the kid stood right where Mustang had seen him last. Mustang waved him over and a look of uncertainty crossed Chase’s face.
He’d never encountered issues like this when Slade was around. With a sigh, Mustang brushed the hair away from Marla’s face. Her mouth still stretched around his girth, she opened her eyes. “Damn, you are a beautiful sight like this.” She raised her head off of him. “Told you I could handle you.”
“Yes you did and you were right. I’ve never had a woman feel as good as you.” Marla smiled and Mustang pushed things to the next level, knowing she’d give him probably just about anything he asked for. “You know what I’d really, really like?”
“What?”
“I’d wanna watch Chase fuck you while you blow me.” Mustang didn’t sugarcoat things like he might have with another woman. Judging by how things had progressed so far, Marla wasn’t the type who needed it to be called “making love”.
Chase, on the other hand, was a different story. He nearly dropped his condoms at that statement. Chase was definitely a “making love” kind of man, or at least he had been before now.
Mustang had a feeling that might change after tonight.
“That would turn you on, would it? Watching another man do me?” Marla asked with a smirk.
“Lots of things turn me on, but I figure that’s a good enough start for now.” Sitting on her knees facing Chase, Marla reached out, grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer. “Come here. I don’t bite.”
Mustang laughed. “I can attest to that. Though I do enjoy a little teeth once in a while.”
“I’ll remember that.” She smirked over her shoulder and then went back to focusing on Chase. “You seem to be a bit over dressed.”
With an erotic, striptease-worthy motion, Marla slowly inched Chase’s briefs down his hips, over his cock and past his thighs. She ran one long painted fingernail up Chase’s erection and the boy’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head.
Marla teased his slit and Chase drew in a deep, trembling breath. Chase’s entire body tensed and Mustang felt his pain. The kid was going to come before he ever got inside this woman.
She took a drop of pre-come and rubbed it around the head of Chase’s cock and the boy began to tremble. “Do you know what I like about younger men, Chase?” He swallowed. “No, ma’am.”
Smiling at the ma’am comment, Marla continued. “I love how they can come and be ready to
“No,” she breathed.
“Wanna find out?”
She opened her eyes and gazed up at him through heavy lids. “Yes.” Mustang smiled. “Help me off with my jeans and I’ll show you.” Still wobbly, she spun to face him. Kneeling on the bed, she undid his pants. He groaned as her hands brushed his now throbbing erection.
Mustang kicked off his boots and stood, letting her help him push off the jeans and leaving them in a pile on the floor. “You’re turn, darlin’. Get comfortable ‘cause I’m not nearly done with you yet.”
Marla slid out of her own pants and panties, showing him what he’d already felt. She was waxed perfectly smooth. That should really send Chase into a tizzy.
Smiling at that thought, Mustang wiggled backward onto the bed. “Okay, ready to meet my namesake?”
She nodded, eyes already trained on the bulge straining his boxers.
“Come on over here then and help me release Junior, but I’m warning you, he’s more than a mouthful. Don’t worry if you can’t handle him.”
Marla raised a brow. “Is that a challenge, cowboy?”
“Could be.” Mustang grinned.
“Never challenge a Jersey girl.” Then Marla set about proving Mustang wrong, which was exactly the point to begin with.
As her hot, wet mouth engulfed him, Mustang laid back, closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation he hadn’t felt in weeks. Far too long, in his opinion. Then he remembered Chase and opened his eyes. Predictably, the kid stood right where Mustang had seen him last. Mustang waved him over and a look of uncertainty crossed Chase’s face.
He’d never encountered issues like this when Slade was around. With a sigh, Mustang brushed the hair away from Marla’s face. Her mouth still stretched around his girth, she opened her eyes. “Damn, you are a beautiful sight like this.” She raised her head off of him. “Told you I could handle you.”
“Yes you did and you were right. I’ve never had a woman feel as good as you.” Marla smiled and Mustang pushed things to the next level, knowing she’d give him probably just about anything he asked for. “You know what I’d really, really like?”
“What?”
“I’d wanna watch Chase fuck you while you blow me.” Mustang didn’t sugarcoat things like he might have with another woman. Judging by how things had progressed so far, Marla wasn’t the type who needed it to be called “making love”.
Chase, on the other hand, was a different story. He nearly dropped his condoms at that statement. Chase was definitely a “making love” kind of man, or at least he had been before now.
Mustang had a feeling that might change after tonight.
“That would turn you on, would it? Watching another man do me?” Marla asked with a smirk.
“Lots of things turn me on, but I figure that’s a good enough start for now.” Sitting on her knees facing Chase, Marla reached out, grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer. “Come here. I don’t bite.”
Mustang laughed. “I can attest to that. Though I do enjoy a little teeth once in a while.”
“I’ll remember that.” She smirked over her shoulder and then went back to focusing on Chase. “You seem to be a bit over dressed.”
With an erotic, striptease-worthy motion, Marla slowly inched Chase’s briefs down his hips, over his cock and past his thighs. She ran one long painted fingernail up Chase’s erection and the boy’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head.
Marla teased his slit and Chase drew in a deep, trembling breath. Chase’s entire body tensed and Mustang felt his pain. The kid was going to come before he ever got inside this woman.
She took a drop of pre-come and rubbed it around the head of Chase’s cock and the boy began to tremble. “Do you know what I like about younger men, Chase?” He swallowed. “No, ma’am.”
Smiling at the ma’am comment, Marla continued. “I love how they can come and be ready to
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