buttocks and she knew his tight sac must be
brushing against his own hand where he continued to play with her anus. She
didn’t know what had gotten into her, but the image conjured in her mind made
her snap. The orgasm slammed into her so hard she couldn’t breathe.
Neither could he. He gasped and grunted his release. The
warm flood of his cum spread through her pelvis and reached an untouched place
deep in her heart and soul.
She shook her head, more at her own thoughts than at him.
“I…I better get that,” she whispered, stroking his damp hair.
He chuckled and withdrew from inside her. “I think so,
before she breaks my door down.”
She called out to Lexi, “I’m coming, Lex.” Diego winked at
her, teasing her about her choice of words. She struggled to suppress a giggle.
“I-I’ll be right there. Just hold on a minute.”
Diego unfastened her wrists and tossed her clothes to her.
He located his own and jammed his legs into the jeans. Even in the flurry of
activity and the fact that Lexi had somehow found her, Britt couldn’t help
noticing that cut, tanned body. Her insides stirred again as she fumbled with
her own clothing.
“Well shit,” Lexi growled through the door and added one
last thump to emphasize her disgust. “It’s about damn time. You promised you’d
call me about the contest. I’ve been calling and calling. Do you realize we’re
down to the last hours here?”
Britt pulled her t-shirt over her head and drew on her jeans
so fast she almost fell flat on her face. Going with it, she dropped to her
knees and rolled the blankets, rose petals and all, into a ball and raced from
the room. She deposited the wad on the first bed she came to and zipped back to
the living room, smoothing her hair.
Whoa, she must look a mess. But Diego lounged on the same
sofa he’d just tied her to, all lazy and put back together with the remote in
his hand. No one would ever be able to guess he’d just brought her to the gates
of heaven.
She took one last, longing look at him and yanked open the door—which
it seemed they hadn’t locked in their wild throes of passion.
Britt took a deep breath and forced some cheer into her
voice. “Hi. What’s up?”
Damn his luck and the bad timing. Diego crossed his ankle
over the opposite knee in an attempt to ease the crowding in his jeans. He’d
soon find out whoever the hell this Lexi chick was, and why she pounded on his door on a Friday afternoon. He grumbled to himself as he surfed the TV
channels. He settled on an old John Wayne western movie, but it didn’t register.
All he could think about was how this Lexi had shouted something through the
door about a contest. What contest could be so fucking important it couldn’t
wait until tomorrow? Well, if Britt didn’t get rid of the woman soon, he’d just
have to do it himself.
Because he wanted Britt again.
And again.
He didn’t think he’d ever get his fill of her.
Britt stared out onto the porch and echoed Diego’s
sentiments. “Lexi. Why couldn’t this wait until tomorrow?”
He couldn’t see the woman or her reaction, but based on her
aggressiveness, he had a feeling that would change soon.
“Uh-oh, we’re back to calling me Lexi. Look, I told you I’d
call you Friday. Hello. Newsflash—it’s Friday. You promised me you’d have a
decision on the contest. When you didn’t answer your phone or at least text
me,” she said in a whining tone as she pushed her way through the door, “I got
worried.”
Britt stepped back, allowing the woman to cross the
threshold.
Diego stiffened. Lexi…Lexi…
His whole world spiraled into the depths of hell. Of all the
damn people in the world, could it really be the gal behind the photo counter?
Her nametag had read “Alexis” and this woman sounded an awful lot like the
clerk he remembered from the drugstore.
She must’ve gotten my address from my envelope somehow.
He’d taken the pictures back that night right before he’d
run into
brushing against his own hand where he continued to play with her anus. She
didn’t know what had gotten into her, but the image conjured in her mind made
her snap. The orgasm slammed into her so hard she couldn’t breathe.
Neither could he. He gasped and grunted his release. The
warm flood of his cum spread through her pelvis and reached an untouched place
deep in her heart and soul.
She shook her head, more at her own thoughts than at him.
“I…I better get that,” she whispered, stroking his damp hair.
He chuckled and withdrew from inside her. “I think so,
before she breaks my door down.”
She called out to Lexi, “I’m coming, Lex.” Diego winked at
her, teasing her about her choice of words. She struggled to suppress a giggle.
“I-I’ll be right there. Just hold on a minute.”
Diego unfastened her wrists and tossed her clothes to her.
He located his own and jammed his legs into the jeans. Even in the flurry of
activity and the fact that Lexi had somehow found her, Britt couldn’t help
noticing that cut, tanned body. Her insides stirred again as she fumbled with
her own clothing.
“Well shit,” Lexi growled through the door and added one
last thump to emphasize her disgust. “It’s about damn time. You promised you’d
call me about the contest. I’ve been calling and calling. Do you realize we’re
down to the last hours here?”
Britt pulled her t-shirt over her head and drew on her jeans
so fast she almost fell flat on her face. Going with it, she dropped to her
knees and rolled the blankets, rose petals and all, into a ball and raced from
the room. She deposited the wad on the first bed she came to and zipped back to
the living room, smoothing her hair.
Whoa, she must look a mess. But Diego lounged on the same
sofa he’d just tied her to, all lazy and put back together with the remote in
his hand. No one would ever be able to guess he’d just brought her to the gates
of heaven.
She took one last, longing look at him and yanked open the door—which
it seemed they hadn’t locked in their wild throes of passion.
Britt took a deep breath and forced some cheer into her
voice. “Hi. What’s up?”
Damn his luck and the bad timing. Diego crossed his ankle
over the opposite knee in an attempt to ease the crowding in his jeans. He’d
soon find out whoever the hell this Lexi chick was, and why she pounded on his door on a Friday afternoon. He grumbled to himself as he surfed the TV
channels. He settled on an old John Wayne western movie, but it didn’t register.
All he could think about was how this Lexi had shouted something through the
door about a contest. What contest could be so fucking important it couldn’t
wait until tomorrow? Well, if Britt didn’t get rid of the woman soon, he’d just
have to do it himself.
Because he wanted Britt again.
And again.
He didn’t think he’d ever get his fill of her.
Britt stared out onto the porch and echoed Diego’s
sentiments. “Lexi. Why couldn’t this wait until tomorrow?”
He couldn’t see the woman or her reaction, but based on her
aggressiveness, he had a feeling that would change soon.
“Uh-oh, we’re back to calling me Lexi. Look, I told you I’d
call you Friday. Hello. Newsflash—it’s Friday. You promised me you’d have a
decision on the contest. When you didn’t answer your phone or at least text
me,” she said in a whining tone as she pushed her way through the door, “I got
worried.”
Britt stepped back, allowing the woman to cross the
threshold.
Diego stiffened. Lexi…Lexi…
His whole world spiraled into the depths of hell. Of all the
damn people in the world, could it really be the gal behind the photo counter?
Her nametag had read “Alexis” and this woman sounded an awful lot like the
clerk he remembered from the drugstore.
She must’ve gotten my address from my envelope somehow.
He’d taken the pictures back that night right before he’d
run into
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