slits, the dim light making it look like he was asleep with his hand inside his pants. In the middle of all that I pulled an unresisting Roslyn right into my lap.
“Con?” she said, suddenly alarmed, and I got a bunch of thick hair in my face as she tried to twist around to see me. I massaged her shoulders and felt her gradually loosen up.
“Shh.” I pushed her hair aside and slid the sleeve of her shirt down, enough to kiss her shoulder. “Watch the movie, honey.”
She settled down, her back against my chest, her ass unwittingly in contact with my dick, which she absolutely had to feel. She’d be feeling a whole more of it. My hands went to her hips, trying to knead the tender flesh underneath the scratchy denim. That was the first thing that had to fucking go.
Not yet though. Not quite yet.
Roslyn was getting comfortable, but part of her was still cautious. Either because of who I was or because casual hookups weren’t her thing, or maybe a little bit of both. If I went at her too hard and too fast there was a good chance she’d back off. That was the last thing I wanted.
I started off much slower than usual, gently kneading her hips as events escalated onscreen. The boss argued with his secretary. She called him a fucking pig. He called her a teasing bitch. Then they started tearing each other’s clothes off and he pushed his head between her legs right there on the mahogany desk. After he’d finished her off he loomed over her, straddling her naked chest, and came all over her face.
The actors were hardly finished gasping with pleasure when I moved my hands down Roslyn’s legs. For a second she pressed her knees together like she was going to deny access, but when I gradually worked her thighs apart she didn’t object. I could feel how hard she was breathing, how fast her heart was beating.
As I got bolder and cupped her in my right hand she arched right into my fingers with a moaning sigh.
When was the last time she’d been touched? She was fucking burning for it.
Oh, yeah.
This was it. Everything was coming off and going down. Right fucking now.
Unsnapped.
Unzipped.
Beautiful.
She’d twitched with surprise when I got her shorts open but made no move to stop me so I felt free to ease my hand down. My fingers knew how to search for the right spot. Once I found it she let out a soft groan. That encouraged me to explore deeper, more insistently while my other hand loosened my pants.
Whatever inhibitions she’d had when we sat down were now gone. The combination of the alcohol, the darkness, and the roiling sexual tension was too much for her. She was the type who would probably regret it all the next morning but right now that didn’t make a damn bit of difference because in a minute she was going to be willing to let me have her however I wanted.
Eli’s eyes glittered in the darkness as he silently enjoyed the show with one hand working between his legs. Then Kilt stirred and belched in his sleep, startling Roslyn enough that she jerked and sat up straight. She hadn’t shoved my hand away yet but I could practically hear the wheels spinning inside her head as her more sensible side realized where she was, what she was doing, who she was doing it with.
I acted on instinct. I withdrew my hand, waited for a single heartbeat, then abruptly plunged both hands down inside her open shorts and into her panties.
“Oh, fuck,” she breathed, shuddering as her body reacted by leaning back and curving her hips upward so I could get a better reach. One finger penetrated, then two, as hot flesh quivered over the invasion.
“Fuck,” she moaned again and oh my ever loving god this was hot , hearing her gasp and utter foul words that probably only passed her prissy lips once in a blue moon. Dirty talk had never done much for me – I was all about the action – but I badly wanted to hear her drop more
“Con?” she said, suddenly alarmed, and I got a bunch of thick hair in my face as she tried to twist around to see me. I massaged her shoulders and felt her gradually loosen up.
“Shh.” I pushed her hair aside and slid the sleeve of her shirt down, enough to kiss her shoulder. “Watch the movie, honey.”
She settled down, her back against my chest, her ass unwittingly in contact with my dick, which she absolutely had to feel. She’d be feeling a whole more of it. My hands went to her hips, trying to knead the tender flesh underneath the scratchy denim. That was the first thing that had to fucking go.
Not yet though. Not quite yet.
Roslyn was getting comfortable, but part of her was still cautious. Either because of who I was or because casual hookups weren’t her thing, or maybe a little bit of both. If I went at her too hard and too fast there was a good chance she’d back off. That was the last thing I wanted.
I started off much slower than usual, gently kneading her hips as events escalated onscreen. The boss argued with his secretary. She called him a fucking pig. He called her a teasing bitch. Then they started tearing each other’s clothes off and he pushed his head between her legs right there on the mahogany desk. After he’d finished her off he loomed over her, straddling her naked chest, and came all over her face.
The actors were hardly finished gasping with pleasure when I moved my hands down Roslyn’s legs. For a second she pressed her knees together like she was going to deny access, but when I gradually worked her thighs apart she didn’t object. I could feel how hard she was breathing, how fast her heart was beating.
As I got bolder and cupped her in my right hand she arched right into my fingers with a moaning sigh.
When was the last time she’d been touched? She was fucking burning for it.
Oh, yeah.
This was it. Everything was coming off and going down. Right fucking now.
Unsnapped.
Unzipped.
Beautiful.
She’d twitched with surprise when I got her shorts open but made no move to stop me so I felt free to ease my hand down. My fingers knew how to search for the right spot. Once I found it she let out a soft groan. That encouraged me to explore deeper, more insistently while my other hand loosened my pants.
Whatever inhibitions she’d had when we sat down were now gone. The combination of the alcohol, the darkness, and the roiling sexual tension was too much for her. She was the type who would probably regret it all the next morning but right now that didn’t make a damn bit of difference because in a minute she was going to be willing to let me have her however I wanted.
Eli’s eyes glittered in the darkness as he silently enjoyed the show with one hand working between his legs. Then Kilt stirred and belched in his sleep, startling Roslyn enough that she jerked and sat up straight. She hadn’t shoved my hand away yet but I could practically hear the wheels spinning inside her head as her more sensible side realized where she was, what she was doing, who she was doing it with.
I acted on instinct. I withdrew my hand, waited for a single heartbeat, then abruptly plunged both hands down inside her open shorts and into her panties.
“Oh, fuck,” she breathed, shuddering as her body reacted by leaning back and curving her hips upward so I could get a better reach. One finger penetrated, then two, as hot flesh quivered over the invasion.
“Fuck,” she moaned again and oh my ever loving god this was hot , hearing her gasp and utter foul words that probably only passed her prissy lips once in a blue moon. Dirty talk had never done much for me – I was all about the action – but I badly wanted to hear her drop more
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