once, I turn you on? That this , whatever it is, gets you off?”
Ty’s voice rasped, struggling to manage his emotions. If he could wait a bit longer, he knew it would be big. She was ready to break soon and he wanted to be there with her. Every step of the way.
“ Fine . You turn me on. This . Turns me on. Ridiculously. Satisfied?” Lena felt hardened nipples through her shirt under her palm. She twisted her left nipple, painfully. Maliciously. Whimpering out loud.
Not enough .
Like an itch she couldn’t scratch. Her fingers, her hands…weren’t enough. She needed him.
“Tell me what you taste like. Tell me now.” Her voice a whisper. Sexy personified. Sultry, as she pinched her clit. Shivering at the light sting.
“Salty…sweet. Slightly bitter. Just like you said. How did you know?”
Lena gave a dark, husky laugh full of promise. It made his balls draw up and tighten, as his cock continued to pulse. Throbbing under his tutelage.
“I’m that good.”
“Modest too.”
Liquid heat ran down her thighs.
She took a breath before answering.
“Oh come now, love. Modesty is for people who can’t deliver the goods. And we both know that’s not true, don’t we?”
She savored the exquisite torture of her fingers.
Thoroughly wet, buried inside her pussy.
“It’s too bad you’re not here with me, Ty.”
Lena’s voice was breathy, stroking her clit with increased rhythm. Wild with need now, beyond caring about anything.
Except how she felt. How gloriously, amazingly, wanton she felt.
“Do you know what I would do if you were here? I would straddle you between my breasts. Sliding that big, thick cock up and down. Getting slick with all that come. Lapping up every bit of spill from your thighs and your chest. Making my nipples slippery with your come. Rubbing myself all over you.”
She squeezed her thighs together, trapping her hand.
Slowly thrusting. Sliding against it.
“And then…are you still with me, gorgeous? I would sink down on top of that immense stick of yours and take you inside. I’m so tight. Can you feel how tight I am?”
“Holy fuck. You are tight. It’s like I almost can’t fit.”
“I’ve done my pussy push-ups, Ty. So glad you noticed.”
“Pussy push-ups? Oh god. I can’t. Ahahaha…Please stop.”
Ty’s laughter sounded gravelly and painful. He struggled not to pass out. Only she could make him want to laugh and fuck her into oblivion at the same time.
She would find every live wire on him triggered to detonate at her slightest touch.
She really would be that fucking good.
Damn her infuriating ass, straight to hell.
She thought she had this all under control, didn’t she?
Clearly, he needed to shake shit up again.
Ty managed to zip his pants up, grinning to himself as he opened the car door.
He glanced around, making sure no one saw him running up the steps to her front door. He grabbed the spare, unlocking the door and letting himself in.
She stroked herself, faster, harder. Pinching her clit just a little. Her breathing ragged.
“ Oh shit …” Lena murmured.
“Get me off, Ty. I need you.”
She didn’t even hear him approach.
“I’d be glad to.”
Lena screamed out loud.
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She was going to kill him.
And then kill him again.
Then she was going to really go to work.
Lena sat up, yanking down her shirt. Covering what she could.
“What. In the fuck are you doing here, Ty? More importantly, how are you in my house?”
“I’ve been here all along. And I used the spare.”
She glared murderously at him.
“What? Everyone knows you have one. You might as well let that shit go.”
“You’ve gotta be kidding. Seriously?”
“Which part? The key or-”
He held up his hands at her frown.
“Yes. I’ve been sitting outside in your driveway this whole time.”
“Why didn’t you tell me? Why’d you let me think you were at home or on the side of the road, pulled over somewhere?”
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