he jerks me into his arms.
I wrap my arms around his waist and have half a second to enjoy the feeling of being back in his arms. Then I’m being picked up, hauled off through the house. He climbs some stairs, strides down a hall, pushes thorough a door, and then we’re in a bedroom. He strips my shirt off, tosses me onto the bed. I hear the gun I had in my pocket thud against the floor—a pretty major oops, I guess—but I don’t care. Race is here. I won’t need it.
I look over and see a cat in the corner, and of course I sneeze.
“Shit,” he says. “You want to—”
“No way. I’m fine.”
“That you are.” He grins—the first one he’s allowed himself since waking up.
I lie still as he peels my capris off and gasps at the site of my pale pink, crotchless panties.
“You know what you’re asking for,” he rumbles.
“What?” I murmur as he spreads my legs and strokes my cunt.
“You’re asking for a thorough fucking, Red. My cock, your pussy. Now”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
WOLFE
He pushes two fingers into me, and it feels as good as ever. “Shut your eyes, Red. Imagine me, pushed deep inside you. I’m going to fill you up till you can’t take another centimeter. And then…”
He wriggles the fingers inside my pussy, causing me to sigh. I sense more than see him taking his pants off with his free hand.
I open my eyes to the sight of his giant erection. “And then what?” He slides his fingers a little deeper into me, making my hips jerk.
“And then I’ll fuck your ass, my little fuck doll.”
“Race,” I murmur, writhing under his hand. “I want to suck your dick.”
“I want to suck your clit.” He stretches out beside me on the bed and pulls me up against him. His mouth finds mine, and we share a long, delicious kiss that snowballs in intensity, until I’m jerking him off and he’s teasing my clit, and I’m all tied up in knots. His fingers still pump in and out of my cunt, circling around my clit, bathing me in my own juices. “Sit on my face. Now.”
He pulls his fingers out, palms his massive cock, and wiggles his tongue.
“I want to taste you, baby. Climb on up.”
Somehow, I’ve never done this. It takes me a moment’s thought to get the position worked out. I straddle his face, feeling a little self-conscious as I stretch my torso over his smooth, tanned, taut stomach. With my ass wiggling in the air, and my dripping pussy positioned right over his face, I lean down and drag my tongue down Race’s his happy trail.
I’m rewarded with a moan.
He reaches up and wraps his arms around my midsection, pulling my body lower, so I can feel his breath on my pussy. My breasts sway against his chest. I shriek as he licks my dripping slit, then reaches up and teases my entrance with a finger.
“In,” I urge.
He ignores my request, and instead hooks that lone finger into me, positioning it so he’s teasing my G-spot. I moan his name. He traces a fingertip around my ass and I start panting hard.
I had all this buildup planned for his cock, but suddenly all I want is to suck it, old school. I lean down, take the base of it in my hands, and lick around the plump, soft head. I trace my hands up and down his velvet shaft, then palm his balls with one hand while the other strokes him. I suck my cheeks in, creating a warm, damp dick vacuum. He lifts his hips and thrusts into my throat.
His tongue writhes its way between my pussy lips, and damn, it feels even better than usual when I’m sucking on his dick. His tongue is so wet and soft. The pleasure blinds me. I take his cock deeper down my throat and he gets his fingers in my cunt and ass. Push in, glide out. I grind down on his hand because my pussy craves the penetration.
I roll his balls in my palm like big, warm marbles and I feel them draw up. I’m rewarded with the salty taste of precum on my tongue.
“Fuck, Red.” His breath is hot against my cunt. His tongue flicks up and down, his fingers writhe inside me. I suck on his cock
I wrap my arms around his waist and have half a second to enjoy the feeling of being back in his arms. Then I’m being picked up, hauled off through the house. He climbs some stairs, strides down a hall, pushes thorough a door, and then we’re in a bedroom. He strips my shirt off, tosses me onto the bed. I hear the gun I had in my pocket thud against the floor—a pretty major oops, I guess—but I don’t care. Race is here. I won’t need it.
I look over and see a cat in the corner, and of course I sneeze.
“Shit,” he says. “You want to—”
“No way. I’m fine.”
“That you are.” He grins—the first one he’s allowed himself since waking up.
I lie still as he peels my capris off and gasps at the site of my pale pink, crotchless panties.
“You know what you’re asking for,” he rumbles.
“What?” I murmur as he spreads my legs and strokes my cunt.
“You’re asking for a thorough fucking, Red. My cock, your pussy. Now”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
WOLFE
He pushes two fingers into me, and it feels as good as ever. “Shut your eyes, Red. Imagine me, pushed deep inside you. I’m going to fill you up till you can’t take another centimeter. And then…”
He wriggles the fingers inside my pussy, causing me to sigh. I sense more than see him taking his pants off with his free hand.
I open my eyes to the sight of his giant erection. “And then what?” He slides his fingers a little deeper into me, making my hips jerk.
“And then I’ll fuck your ass, my little fuck doll.”
“Race,” I murmur, writhing under his hand. “I want to suck your dick.”
“I want to suck your clit.” He stretches out beside me on the bed and pulls me up against him. His mouth finds mine, and we share a long, delicious kiss that snowballs in intensity, until I’m jerking him off and he’s teasing my clit, and I’m all tied up in knots. His fingers still pump in and out of my cunt, circling around my clit, bathing me in my own juices. “Sit on my face. Now.”
He pulls his fingers out, palms his massive cock, and wiggles his tongue.
“I want to taste you, baby. Climb on up.”
Somehow, I’ve never done this. It takes me a moment’s thought to get the position worked out. I straddle his face, feeling a little self-conscious as I stretch my torso over his smooth, tanned, taut stomach. With my ass wiggling in the air, and my dripping pussy positioned right over his face, I lean down and drag my tongue down Race’s his happy trail.
I’m rewarded with a moan.
He reaches up and wraps his arms around my midsection, pulling my body lower, so I can feel his breath on my pussy. My breasts sway against his chest. I shriek as he licks my dripping slit, then reaches up and teases my entrance with a finger.
“In,” I urge.
He ignores my request, and instead hooks that lone finger into me, positioning it so he’s teasing my G-spot. I moan his name. He traces a fingertip around my ass and I start panting hard.
I had all this buildup planned for his cock, but suddenly all I want is to suck it, old school. I lean down, take the base of it in my hands, and lick around the plump, soft head. I trace my hands up and down his velvet shaft, then palm his balls with one hand while the other strokes him. I suck my cheeks in, creating a warm, damp dick vacuum. He lifts his hips and thrusts into my throat.
His tongue writhes its way between my pussy lips, and damn, it feels even better than usual when I’m sucking on his dick. His tongue is so wet and soft. The pleasure blinds me. I take his cock deeper down my throat and he gets his fingers in my cunt and ass. Push in, glide out. I grind down on his hand because my pussy craves the penetration.
I roll his balls in my palm like big, warm marbles and I feel them draw up. I’m rewarded with the salty taste of precum on my tongue.
“Fuck, Red.” His breath is hot against my cunt. His tongue flicks up and down, his fingers writhe inside me. I suck on his cock
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