open
the button and easing down the zipper. He eased his hands past the waistband
and lower to cup her rounded butt. The panties she was wearing were little
barrier against his touch. He couldn’t wait to get them off her.
First, he had to kiss her again. Taste her.
He squeezed her ass as he delved into her mouth. Exploring. Claiming.
Her hands were everywhere—shoulders,
biceps, stomach, back. She was careful of his wounded arm. He could have told
her it didn’t matter. Sure the injury hurt but he didn’t care. Having her hands
on him was more important. Besides, that’s what painkillers were for and he’d
take one later if he needed to.
Everywhere she touched him his skin
tightened, wanting more. Her nails dug into his back, the sting an erotic
caress.
T.S. broke their kiss and went down on his
knees in front of her. He yanked her jeans down her thighs. Missy helped him by
lifting her feet one at a time, allowing him to strip away her pants and socks.
Her panties were white and they shone like
a beacon against her dark skin. They were cut low in the front and high on the
sides. The material was so thin he could see her dark pubic hair beneath it. In
spite of the olive tone to his flesh, it looked pale against the darker, richer
tones of her smooth skin. The image was very erotic and turned him on. He
wanted to touch her everywhere.
He kissed her bellybutton, snaking out his
tongue to delve into the little indentation. Her hands burrowed into this hair,
holding him to her. He worked his way down, taking biting kisses, which he
soothed with his tongue. Her hips moved, pushing forward.
He could smell her heat, her arousal and
inhaled it deep into his lungs. His cock was harder than steel and pushing hard
for release from his pants. He flicked open the button and zipper, giving
himself some relief.
“Touch me.” Her words were little more than
a breathy whisper.
“I plan to.” He worked his tongue over her
pussy lips, touching her through the thin fabric of her panties. She sucked in
a breath and then began to pant faster. He stroked the line at the top of her
thighs where the leg band of her panties rested. One finger slipped beneath it.
She was hot and wet and he almost lost his
mind when he touched her. Missy cried out his name, her hips arching. He shoved
the panties down to her ankles, eager to remove every barrier between them.
There was no hesitation as he delved into her heat.
He slid two fingers into her slick channel,
stretching her.
“Yes,” she moaned. “More.”
T.S. captured her clit between his lips and
sucked. He pumped his fingers in and out of her cunt, driving her up fast and
hard.
Missy cried out. His scalp stung where she
tugged on his hair.
“Come for me,” he demanded. He needed her
to come so he could finally get inside her, bury his cock deep in her welcoming
sheath.
He worked a third finger into her. A loud
wail filled the air as her pussy gripped his fingers, rhythmically contracting
around them as she came. He didn’t wait for her to finish spasming. He
couldn’t.
He reached into his pants pocket and
produced a condom. He’d made sure to get a pack when he’d stopped on the way
home to get his prescriptions filled, stashing several of them in his pocket
just in case. He was damn glad he had. No way could he make it to his bedroom
for one. Not with Missy wet and willing.
He shoved down his underwear and quickly
sheathed his cock in latex. Missy was still gasping for breath when he stood
and lifted her left leg over his right hip. He guided the tip of his shaft to
her slit and pushed.
She cried out again as he stretched the
still-contracting muscles, forcing them to make way for him. She squirmed, the
action driving him deeper. He sucked air into his lungs in several big gasps.
He loved the way she felt around him—hot and moist and welcoming.
T.S. circled his hips, grinding his pelvis
against hers. Gradually, she took him, inch by inch until he was buried to
the button and easing down the zipper. He eased his hands past the waistband
and lower to cup her rounded butt. The panties she was wearing were little
barrier against his touch. He couldn’t wait to get them off her.
First, he had to kiss her again. Taste her.
He squeezed her ass as he delved into her mouth. Exploring. Claiming.
Her hands were everywhere—shoulders,
biceps, stomach, back. She was careful of his wounded arm. He could have told
her it didn’t matter. Sure the injury hurt but he didn’t care. Having her hands
on him was more important. Besides, that’s what painkillers were for and he’d
take one later if he needed to.
Everywhere she touched him his skin
tightened, wanting more. Her nails dug into his back, the sting an erotic
caress.
T.S. broke their kiss and went down on his
knees in front of her. He yanked her jeans down her thighs. Missy helped him by
lifting her feet one at a time, allowing him to strip away her pants and socks.
Her panties were white and they shone like
a beacon against her dark skin. They were cut low in the front and high on the
sides. The material was so thin he could see her dark pubic hair beneath it. In
spite of the olive tone to his flesh, it looked pale against the darker, richer
tones of her smooth skin. The image was very erotic and turned him on. He
wanted to touch her everywhere.
He kissed her bellybutton, snaking out his
tongue to delve into the little indentation. Her hands burrowed into this hair,
holding him to her. He worked his way down, taking biting kisses, which he
soothed with his tongue. Her hips moved, pushing forward.
He could smell her heat, her arousal and
inhaled it deep into his lungs. His cock was harder than steel and pushing hard
for release from his pants. He flicked open the button and zipper, giving
himself some relief.
“Touch me.” Her words were little more than
a breathy whisper.
“I plan to.” He worked his tongue over her
pussy lips, touching her through the thin fabric of her panties. She sucked in
a breath and then began to pant faster. He stroked the line at the top of her
thighs where the leg band of her panties rested. One finger slipped beneath it.
She was hot and wet and he almost lost his
mind when he touched her. Missy cried out his name, her hips arching. He shoved
the panties down to her ankles, eager to remove every barrier between them.
There was no hesitation as he delved into her heat.
He slid two fingers into her slick channel,
stretching her.
“Yes,” she moaned. “More.”
T.S. captured her clit between his lips and
sucked. He pumped his fingers in and out of her cunt, driving her up fast and
hard.
Missy cried out. His scalp stung where she
tugged on his hair.
“Come for me,” he demanded. He needed her
to come so he could finally get inside her, bury his cock deep in her welcoming
sheath.
He worked a third finger into her. A loud
wail filled the air as her pussy gripped his fingers, rhythmically contracting
around them as she came. He didn’t wait for her to finish spasming. He
couldn’t.
He reached into his pants pocket and
produced a condom. He’d made sure to get a pack when he’d stopped on the way
home to get his prescriptions filled, stashing several of them in his pocket
just in case. He was damn glad he had. No way could he make it to his bedroom
for one. Not with Missy wet and willing.
He shoved down his underwear and quickly
sheathed his cock in latex. Missy was still gasping for breath when he stood
and lifted her left leg over his right hip. He guided the tip of his shaft to
her slit and pushed.
She cried out again as he stretched the
still-contracting muscles, forcing them to make way for him. She squirmed, the
action driving him deeper. He sucked air into his lungs in several big gasps.
He loved the way she felt around him—hot and moist and welcoming.
T.S. circled his hips, grinding his pelvis
against hers. Gradually, she took him, inch by inch until he was buried to
Similar Books
