hard with the fullness of his pink tongue.
‘God, I might come immediately.’ It was a confession, short and brutal and self deprecating.
‘That’s OK. If you do, we can start all over again,’ Reed said.
The coffee pot gave one more jovial burble, belched and then beeped to tell me it was done.
‘Did you want to stop for coffee?’ he asked, then shoved his tongue, rigid and slick into the wet slit of my cunt. He brushed my clit with his fingertips and my knees gave a little dip.
‘No!’ I chirped.
‘Good. I was hoping you’d say no.’
Reed Green, TV star extraordinaire, berry picking farm owner, set his mouth to me and started eating me for real. My body splayed against the counter. One hand bracing myself, the other threaded through his silken hair. Watching his face as he went down on me, the elegant sweep of his dark lashes on the very tops of his cheeks, the arch of his cheekbones – it all became overwhelming.
So when he thrust three long fingers into my pussy and fucked me with them, I came. And I wasn’t quiet about it.
Light warmed my belly and the tops of my thighs. Outside wind howled. At a glance, it was a sunny summer day. If you paid attention there was a crisp chill in the air and light wisps of cool air as the wind buffeted the A-frame.
‘Very nice,’ he said, praising me for an orgasm no less. ‘Now–’ He yanked my arm and I buckled. Folding easily down onto the pretty area run beneath my counter. ‘Do you have any condoms, Tuesday?’
I was on the pill. I was clean. But I was also getting a lot of action and though thrilled, I wanted to be careful. I glanced around. ‘Purse?’
He spotted it first, going to the kitchen chair and handing me the oversized plum coloured leather satchel. I fought my wallet and a rush of other nonsense to find my make-up case. Inside were several condoms and I handed him one.
Reed promptly grabbed my purse, tossed it and pushed me back so that I lay sprawled on the cool kitchen floor. He put his mouth back to work between my legs, muttering things I could not hear but the cadence of his voice turned me on. He got his cock free of his jeans and stroked himself long enough to make me feel irrational and urgent. And then he sheathed himself before crawling up over me, reminding me again of a giant gorgeous feline.
‘Are you ready? Because I’m ready. I’ve been fucking ready to drive into you since you brought me my dinner at Irv’s. If I could have, I would have driven into you while you served me my dinner at Irv’s.’ He grinned and I touched his lip.
Reed sucked my finger into the hot velvet of his mouth and I felt my pussy clench up tight. ‘Fuck yes, I’m ready,’ I said.
‘Part those legs for me, then,’ he ordered.
My legs fell open and I took him in hand, guiding him to me. Letting him in, I arched up and gripped him tight with my cunt. The jolt of pleasure from flexing those muscles stilled us both for a minute. And then Reed started to move, hard and fast at first but eventually slowing to an almost lazy rocking motion. Our own personal boat of fucking in the middle of a chilly floor.
I would have laughed at the mental image but he kissed me – my lips, my eyes, my nose. He tugged a bit of my hair between his shiny famous-person teeth and the unexpected spark of pain rushed through me and I came with a rush of noise and fluid.
He laughed. ‘I wondered if that would work with you. You like a chaser of ouch to your ahhh, I see. I could be wrong.’
I shook my head. ‘I don’t think you’re wrong.’
It was something I’d never really realised until recently. And now that I did, it was like a secret power or a hidden weapon. You could only hurt me if I let you … or in some cases, if I begged.
‘Put your hands over your head.’
He waited and I considered. I studied his face and thought of his kisses and nodded, putting my hands high. He held them there and drove into me with more force. Hiking my leg high to
‘God, I might come immediately.’ It was a confession, short and brutal and self deprecating.
‘That’s OK. If you do, we can start all over again,’ Reed said.
The coffee pot gave one more jovial burble, belched and then beeped to tell me it was done.
‘Did you want to stop for coffee?’ he asked, then shoved his tongue, rigid and slick into the wet slit of my cunt. He brushed my clit with his fingertips and my knees gave a little dip.
‘No!’ I chirped.
‘Good. I was hoping you’d say no.’
Reed Green, TV star extraordinaire, berry picking farm owner, set his mouth to me and started eating me for real. My body splayed against the counter. One hand bracing myself, the other threaded through his silken hair. Watching his face as he went down on me, the elegant sweep of his dark lashes on the very tops of his cheeks, the arch of his cheekbones – it all became overwhelming.
So when he thrust three long fingers into my pussy and fucked me with them, I came. And I wasn’t quiet about it.
Light warmed my belly and the tops of my thighs. Outside wind howled. At a glance, it was a sunny summer day. If you paid attention there was a crisp chill in the air and light wisps of cool air as the wind buffeted the A-frame.
‘Very nice,’ he said, praising me for an orgasm no less. ‘Now–’ He yanked my arm and I buckled. Folding easily down onto the pretty area run beneath my counter. ‘Do you have any condoms, Tuesday?’
I was on the pill. I was clean. But I was also getting a lot of action and though thrilled, I wanted to be careful. I glanced around. ‘Purse?’
He spotted it first, going to the kitchen chair and handing me the oversized plum coloured leather satchel. I fought my wallet and a rush of other nonsense to find my make-up case. Inside were several condoms and I handed him one.
Reed promptly grabbed my purse, tossed it and pushed me back so that I lay sprawled on the cool kitchen floor. He put his mouth back to work between my legs, muttering things I could not hear but the cadence of his voice turned me on. He got his cock free of his jeans and stroked himself long enough to make me feel irrational and urgent. And then he sheathed himself before crawling up over me, reminding me again of a giant gorgeous feline.
‘Are you ready? Because I’m ready. I’ve been fucking ready to drive into you since you brought me my dinner at Irv’s. If I could have, I would have driven into you while you served me my dinner at Irv’s.’ He grinned and I touched his lip.
Reed sucked my finger into the hot velvet of his mouth and I felt my pussy clench up tight. ‘Fuck yes, I’m ready,’ I said.
‘Part those legs for me, then,’ he ordered.
My legs fell open and I took him in hand, guiding him to me. Letting him in, I arched up and gripped him tight with my cunt. The jolt of pleasure from flexing those muscles stilled us both for a minute. And then Reed started to move, hard and fast at first but eventually slowing to an almost lazy rocking motion. Our own personal boat of fucking in the middle of a chilly floor.
I would have laughed at the mental image but he kissed me – my lips, my eyes, my nose. He tugged a bit of my hair between his shiny famous-person teeth and the unexpected spark of pain rushed through me and I came with a rush of noise and fluid.
He laughed. ‘I wondered if that would work with you. You like a chaser of ouch to your ahhh, I see. I could be wrong.’
I shook my head. ‘I don’t think you’re wrong.’
It was something I’d never really realised until recently. And now that I did, it was like a secret power or a hidden weapon. You could only hurt me if I let you … or in some cases, if I begged.
‘Put your hands over your head.’
He waited and I considered. I studied his face and thought of his kisses and nodded, putting my hands high. He held them there and drove into me with more force. Hiking my leg high to
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