He released a long, low moan of pleasure.
He started to stand, trying to hold her close to him and take his pants off at the same time, but she giggled and pushed him back into the chair.
“You’re not going anywhere.” She teasingly nipped at his neck. “But let’s get you out of these khakis.”
He lifted his butt and kicked off his pants.
“Well, hello! Look who is coming out to play!” Bridget pressed her naked body against his and slowly, ever so slowly, began to slide down between his legs.
“Shouldn’t we move to your bedroom?” He managed to growl out the words, barely recognizing his own voice.
She looked up at him. His dick was pressed between her full breasts and she was moving languidly, up and down. “We will. For round two, when it’s my turn to be satisfied. For now, just close your eyes and prepare to call on God.”
Her mouth closed over the slick tip of his dick and she sucked him into the warm, wet heat of her. Vodka James decided that he should always do exactly as Bridget commanded.
Then the wet, hot pressure of her mouth was gone, and she was straddling him.
“Change of plan,” she said. “I’ve decided that I need to be satisfied during round one and two. Okay with you?”
“Uh, yeah, yeah. Sure. Of course.” There was so much blood being diverted from his brain that he was having a hard time forming thoughts, let alone complete, intelligible sentences.
“Good.” She reached down between them as her teeth found his lower lip. She nibbled on it and then sucked it gently into her mouth, keeping the slow, sweet rhythm with her hand, too, as she stroked the hard length of him.
James thought he was going to explode.
“Five two nine three!” he gasped when she released his lip.
“What in the hell does that mean?” She frowned at him, but he was happy to hear that she sounded more than a little out of breath.
“It’s the passcode to my phone.”
“How sweet of you! Sadly, my hands are a little busy right now, so it’d kinda be like texting and driving if I tried to write those numbers down. So, let’s make a deal. I’ll keep doing what I’m doing, and you keep focusing on those numbers for me. It’s not as depressing as taxes or as boring as baseball, but it should work. Deal?”
“Whatever you say.”
Her sexy smile was back. “Now that is a turn on.” Still smiling into his eyes, she guided his dick so that the tip of it rested against the soft wetness between her legs. As she slowly, slowly impaled herself on him, she bent and took his tongue into her sweet mouth, sucking it in time with her lazy up-and-down motion.
He tried to last. Really, he did. Five two nine three , five two nine three , played through his mind for approximately 5.293 seconds. Then he couldn’t bear it any longer. He grabbed her curvy hips and took over their rhythm, lifting her and impaling her, over and over, faster and faster, as he devoured her mouth.
Just when he thought he couldn’t last any longer, Bridget leaned back. “Open your eyes. You need to see this.”
He did as she commanded. As he continued to thrust himself into her heat, she lifted one well-manicured finger to her mouth. She sucked it, getting it wet, and then her damp finger went to her nipple, where she teased it so that it stood up, hard and pink and so fucking sexy he thought he was going to have a fucking aneurysm.
“Almost ready?” she whispered huskily into his ear.
“God yes!”
“Well, then I’ll join you.” Her hand moved from her nipple to guide one of his hands from her hip to her pussy. She took his thumb and showed him how to stroke it over her clit, fast and hard. “Ooh, yes. I was wrong about you. You are a fast learner. Just like that! Yeah, just like that, baby!”
He felt her body begin to spasm with waves of release, tightening erotically around him as her head fell back and her hands found her breasts again. And then James knew nothing but the inescapable tide of sensation that
He started to stand, trying to hold her close to him and take his pants off at the same time, but she giggled and pushed him back into the chair.
“You’re not going anywhere.” She teasingly nipped at his neck. “But let’s get you out of these khakis.”
He lifted his butt and kicked off his pants.
“Well, hello! Look who is coming out to play!” Bridget pressed her naked body against his and slowly, ever so slowly, began to slide down between his legs.
“Shouldn’t we move to your bedroom?” He managed to growl out the words, barely recognizing his own voice.
She looked up at him. His dick was pressed between her full breasts and she was moving languidly, up and down. “We will. For round two, when it’s my turn to be satisfied. For now, just close your eyes and prepare to call on God.”
Her mouth closed over the slick tip of his dick and she sucked him into the warm, wet heat of her. Vodka James decided that he should always do exactly as Bridget commanded.
Then the wet, hot pressure of her mouth was gone, and she was straddling him.
“Change of plan,” she said. “I’ve decided that I need to be satisfied during round one and two. Okay with you?”
“Uh, yeah, yeah. Sure. Of course.” There was so much blood being diverted from his brain that he was having a hard time forming thoughts, let alone complete, intelligible sentences.
“Good.” She reached down between them as her teeth found his lower lip. She nibbled on it and then sucked it gently into her mouth, keeping the slow, sweet rhythm with her hand, too, as she stroked the hard length of him.
James thought he was going to explode.
“Five two nine three!” he gasped when she released his lip.
“What in the hell does that mean?” She frowned at him, but he was happy to hear that she sounded more than a little out of breath.
“It’s the passcode to my phone.”
“How sweet of you! Sadly, my hands are a little busy right now, so it’d kinda be like texting and driving if I tried to write those numbers down. So, let’s make a deal. I’ll keep doing what I’m doing, and you keep focusing on those numbers for me. It’s not as depressing as taxes or as boring as baseball, but it should work. Deal?”
“Whatever you say.”
Her sexy smile was back. “Now that is a turn on.” Still smiling into his eyes, she guided his dick so that the tip of it rested against the soft wetness between her legs. As she slowly, slowly impaled herself on him, she bent and took his tongue into her sweet mouth, sucking it in time with her lazy up-and-down motion.
He tried to last. Really, he did. Five two nine three , five two nine three , played through his mind for approximately 5.293 seconds. Then he couldn’t bear it any longer. He grabbed her curvy hips and took over their rhythm, lifting her and impaling her, over and over, faster and faster, as he devoured her mouth.
Just when he thought he couldn’t last any longer, Bridget leaned back. “Open your eyes. You need to see this.”
He did as she commanded. As he continued to thrust himself into her heat, she lifted one well-manicured finger to her mouth. She sucked it, getting it wet, and then her damp finger went to her nipple, where she teased it so that it stood up, hard and pink and so fucking sexy he thought he was going to have a fucking aneurysm.
“Almost ready?” she whispered huskily into his ear.
“God yes!”
“Well, then I’ll join you.” Her hand moved from her nipple to guide one of his hands from her hip to her pussy. She took his thumb and showed him how to stroke it over her clit, fast and hard. “Ooh, yes. I was wrong about you. You are a fast learner. Just like that! Yeah, just like that, baby!”
He felt her body begin to spasm with waves of release, tightening erotically around him as her head fell back and her hands found her breasts again. And then James knew nothing but the inescapable tide of sensation that
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