Welcome to Sugartown by Carmen Jenner Page B

cock
inside. Fuck me! I’ve never seen a woman more responsive to touch than she
is.
    “ Okay?”
    “ Uh-huh,” she
whispers.
    The urge to
flip her over and fuck her senseless is so great it could bring me
to my knees, but I made her promise to make me work for it, and
getting her off a handful of times doesn’t mean I’ve done jack shit
to earn that right yet. So, for now, I busy myself by plunging my
middle finger into her pussy and allowing my tongue the chance to
explore everything else, from her clit to the inside of her
thighs.
    She hasn’t
resumed her sucking. In fact, aside from the places where our
bodies are connected, she’s not touching me at all and I couldn’t
care less. My Johnson’s not happy about it, but he fucking should
be considering I’ll never need a new mental image for my spank bank
ever again. Seeing the way Ana writhes against my hand, the way her
hips buck and shudder, hearing the breathy moans escape that
ridiculously fuckable mouth of hers as she comes for me is enough
to make me never want to look at another woman again, much less
fuck one.
    With all the
shit I’ve done, the hurt I’ve caused people, some I barely knew and
others I knew too well, for all the worthless hours I’ve spent
wandering through this mess I call a life, looking at this girl
before me—who is so perfect and innocent, and downright trusting in
every way—I know that, somewhere along the line, I must have done
something right for her to want to let me in.
    I also know
that I’m completely fucking screwed.

Chapter Eleven
    Ana
     
    “ Come on. You
have to give me more details than ‘it was nice’. I mean, why the
hell haven’t you strapped him to the bed and impaled yourself on
his enormous cock yet?” Holly whines.
    It’s not that
I’m not used to her being this vocal about my sex life—or up until
recently, my lack thereof—it’s the fact that she’s sing-songing it
throughout the diner when my kid brother is sitting at a booth
nearby, and so is Sugartown’s one and only homeless resident, who
carts around stray cats in his trolley and always smells like pee.
He’s harmless. A little crazy, but he’s never been a threat to
anyone. Ordinarily, Crazy-Eyed Callaghan would meet us at the back
door at the end of the day and we’d offload any leftover pies into
his eager hands. Today, for some reason, he’s a paying customer and
has just as much right to be in here as anyone else.
    I grab Holly
by the arm and yank her behind the counter. “Would you keep your
voice down, please?”
    “ What’s the
matter? Don’t want Crazy-Eyes to hear all about your boyfriend’s
big cock?” she whispers.
    “ I didn’t say
it was big.”
    “ Honey, you
didn’t have to. Have you seen the guy? He’s a freaking giant! A
sexy giant, but a giant no less. If he’s not big, then there really
is no god.”
    “ Oh my god,
you are so sick.” I laugh and throw my cloth down on the counter
and trade it instead for the pie I made Elijah. “I’m just going to
run this over to him, really quick.”
    “ Oh, speaking
of sick, is he into kinky shit? You know, cuffs, paddles, anal?” I
feel my whole body flush head to toe, and I almost drop the pie.
Holly’s eyes widen with excitement. Even Crazy-Eyed Callaghan has
never looked this nuts.
    “ GET THE FUCK
OUT!” she shrieks, and Callaghan starts shaking his head and
muttering to himself as he gathers his ratty plastic bags
together.
    “ Holly,” I
whisper-yell before turning to him to apologise. He doesn’t hear
me, on account of her carrying on like a banshee.
    “ Ohmygodyouhavetotellmeeverythingrightnooooooooooow!”
    I hightail it
out from behind the counter, snatch up Sammy, who is looking about
as freaked out as I am, and bolt for the door. And, just as I’m
thinking it might be time to find a new best friend, Holly throws
back the shop door and screams, “That big, kinky giant of yours
isn’t going to save you from me, Ana Belle. I know where you