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master of Kegel exercises, or she had to use some kind of tightening herb or gel.
Whatever the case, the powerful clenching of her sheath as I corkscrewed my tongue up inside her moist inner walls had my balls snug and my dick quivering its need for release.
Writhing on the bed, she grabbed hold of my head and ground her mound hard up against my face. Greedily, her sex sucked my tongue even deeper inside her as she panted out, “Throw in the butt plug.”
I pul ed my tongue free of her sheath to lift my head a few inches. Her lips were swol en and back to that shimmering, lush cherry-red. Her eyes half-masked and shiny, cool blue marked with the sizzling heat of ecstasy.
Gorgeous, yeah. Out of her mind, yeah, that, too. “You’re crazy.”
With a primal grin, she jerked the bal cap from her head. She sent it sailing across the hospital room and her luscious, long red hair feathered all around her body. Her grin grew even wilder then, as she pushed the hem of her T-shirt up to expose her big, gorgeous and awesomely bare tits. Another mystery—how she managed to keep the erect state of her nipples hidden when she never wore a bra. A mystery I could have given two shits less about right then.
Deitre took the heavy mounds in her hands and fondled the rosy flesh. “Throw in the butt plug, or it’s a no. To dinner on Sunday and sex with me tonight.”
“Ah, fuck.” It was almost illogical the limits I was willing to go to for her. But I was clearly wil ing to go just about any damned where and try any damned thing if it meant we had a chance of ending up together. “Fine.” My sphincter muscles squeezed. “On two conditions. It happens after we do dinner on Sunday…and I get to control the lube.”
Deitre
With the way Carinna insisted I help her grab beer from the B and B’s extensive kitchen while Jack dealt the cards for the next round of pinochle and Ryan, apparently, assisted by keeping the private dining-room table occupied, I could guess a grilling was in store. That might be okay. She had the tall, stacked build of a succubus to complement her Latina coloring and the sort of no-bul shit attitude that I’d always respected. Jack maintained an arrogant charm similar to Ryan’s while making it clear he had eyes only for Carinna.
Despite my qualms about coming here, I’d been relaxed and enjoying myself from nearly the second we walked through the B and B door.
“How long have you and Ry been an item?” Carinna tossed over her shoulder.
Bypassing a ceramic-tiled island, she went to a double-wide, stainless-steel refrigerator and pul ed open the right-side door.
“A few weeks. He seems great.” Frowning at my automatic and irritatingly adoring-sounding reply, I came to a stop behind the fridge door.
Ryan was charming. He made it seem like he cared about me until I had moments where I was convinced that he really did. But he’d made Jada feel the same. She’d been head over heels for him when he dumped her cold. He’d cared about her so little he’d allowed her to die in order to save some guy he’d never even met. Given the opportunity, the odds were favorable he would let me die as easily as he had Jada.
Except, he hadn’t let me die in the basement of the processing plant.
He’d silently vowed to save me and had been attempting to do just that before I knocked him unconscious.
Carinna reached around the side of the refrigerator door, two longnecks of Bud dangling from her fingertips. “He used to be a cocky little shit. But yeah, he’s really come around.”
My relaxed feeling a thing of the past, I accepted the beer. I hadn’t been able to see her face when she’d spoken, or now, as she reached back into the fridge for another set of beers, but the honest affection in her voice knotted my belly with guilt. It wasn’t a sensation I knew a lot about, and it also wasn’t one that I planned to hold on to.
Moving back to the island, I set Ryan’s beer down, and uncapped my own.
Whatever the case, the powerful clenching of her sheath as I corkscrewed my tongue up inside her moist inner walls had my balls snug and my dick quivering its need for release.
Writhing on the bed, she grabbed hold of my head and ground her mound hard up against my face. Greedily, her sex sucked my tongue even deeper inside her as she panted out, “Throw in the butt plug.”
I pul ed my tongue free of her sheath to lift my head a few inches. Her lips were swol en and back to that shimmering, lush cherry-red. Her eyes half-masked and shiny, cool blue marked with the sizzling heat of ecstasy.
Gorgeous, yeah. Out of her mind, yeah, that, too. “You’re crazy.”
With a primal grin, she jerked the bal cap from her head. She sent it sailing across the hospital room and her luscious, long red hair feathered all around her body. Her grin grew even wilder then, as she pushed the hem of her T-shirt up to expose her big, gorgeous and awesomely bare tits. Another mystery—how she managed to keep the erect state of her nipples hidden when she never wore a bra. A mystery I could have given two shits less about right then.
Deitre took the heavy mounds in her hands and fondled the rosy flesh. “Throw in the butt plug, or it’s a no. To dinner on Sunday and sex with me tonight.”
“Ah, fuck.” It was almost illogical the limits I was willing to go to for her. But I was clearly wil ing to go just about any damned where and try any damned thing if it meant we had a chance of ending up together. “Fine.” My sphincter muscles squeezed. “On two conditions. It happens after we do dinner on Sunday…and I get to control the lube.”
Deitre
With the way Carinna insisted I help her grab beer from the B and B’s extensive kitchen while Jack dealt the cards for the next round of pinochle and Ryan, apparently, assisted by keeping the private dining-room table occupied, I could guess a grilling was in store. That might be okay. She had the tall, stacked build of a succubus to complement her Latina coloring and the sort of no-bul shit attitude that I’d always respected. Jack maintained an arrogant charm similar to Ryan’s while making it clear he had eyes only for Carinna.
Despite my qualms about coming here, I’d been relaxed and enjoying myself from nearly the second we walked through the B and B door.
“How long have you and Ry been an item?” Carinna tossed over her shoulder.
Bypassing a ceramic-tiled island, she went to a double-wide, stainless-steel refrigerator and pul ed open the right-side door.
“A few weeks. He seems great.” Frowning at my automatic and irritatingly adoring-sounding reply, I came to a stop behind the fridge door.
Ryan was charming. He made it seem like he cared about me until I had moments where I was convinced that he really did. But he’d made Jada feel the same. She’d been head over heels for him when he dumped her cold. He’d cared about her so little he’d allowed her to die in order to save some guy he’d never even met. Given the opportunity, the odds were favorable he would let me die as easily as he had Jada.
Except, he hadn’t let me die in the basement of the processing plant.
He’d silently vowed to save me and had been attempting to do just that before I knocked him unconscious.
Carinna reached around the side of the refrigerator door, two longnecks of Bud dangling from her fingertips. “He used to be a cocky little shit. But yeah, he’s really come around.”
My relaxed feeling a thing of the past, I accepted the beer. I hadn’t been able to see her face when she’d spoken, or now, as she reached back into the fridge for another set of beers, but the honest affection in her voice knotted my belly with guilt. It wasn’t a sensation I knew a lot about, and it also wasn’t one that I planned to hold on to.
Moving back to the island, I set Ryan’s beer down, and uncapped my own.
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