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Do what? Like she didn t know what he meant, she tossed the knotted cherry
stem to the bar.
Use that mouth on my cock, he amended.
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Chicken s in the oven.
It ll wait. He came around the bar, not stopping til he was standing in front of
her.
Kyran, what are you doing?
Waiting for you to get on your knees, he told her, unbuttoning his tented fly.
Before the last button was undone, Anna slid off the bar chair, going to her knees.
Glad the floor was padded with thick, lush carpet, she reached up and parted his fly.
They were both fully clothed, yet she found it sexy. Feeling naughty and loving it,
she pushed his jeans to his hips. His cock fell out, slapping her chin. He was already
wet with pre-cum at the tip. Like the cherry, she wanted to savor him.
Kyran shifted his feet just wide enough to keep his thighs braced, his jeans in place
where she d put them. Work me out, sugar.
There was an edge of command to his voice. She found she liked it, and let him
place his hands behind her head. Where she might have felt vulnerable with anyone
else, she knew this was safe. And his hands were gentle, his fingers massaging her
skull.
Anna leaned in, touching her tongue to the drop of salty fluid. Swallowing, she
licked again. Taking in the thickened ridge of his glans, she savored him like an ice
cream cone. His whole body stiffened, his hips pushing toward her. His hands combed
her hair and he hummed in pleasure. He smelled male, aroused, tasted like salt, a little
cum and clean skin. He must have washed himself while she d been in the bathroom
upstairs.
Touched that he d do that, she licked again, swirling around the satin smooth,
plum-shaped head, licking slow and easy, hopefully driving him wild.
Yeah, that s good, he murmured, tightening his fingers fractionally. Open up,
take me deeper. His left hand dropped to her jaw, cupping her cheek as his thumb
pressed into her bottom lip. As much as you can take, take it.
You re so beautiful here, Kyran, she praised him, kissed his cock. Licking again,
she lingered where she knew it would feel best. Parting her lips with the push of his
thumb, she took the head into her mouth.
Sucking the helmet, she put her tongue to work. Like she did with the cherry, she
licked and sucked, repeating it and taking him deeper with his urging. His jeans were
down to his thighs, his legs spread to keep them in place. Her right hand circled his
cock, holding it steady so she could enjoy him with her mouth. Ringing his girth with
her fingers, she tightened and twisted as much as she could, bobbing her head and
gently scratching his testicles with her other hand.
Careful not to hurt him, she let him push and pull her head, his hips joining the
rhythm they d set. In and out, deeper each time, she paused, a little afraid to gag. She d
never taken a man as big as Kyran in her mouth, much less down her throat.
Fuck, Anna, he groaned. Don t do anything you re not good with, you get me?
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And she did. With a little help from his hands, she relaxed her jaw, breathing deep
through the nose, taking him deeper than she d ever tried before. His cock filled her
mouth, she felt like a love goddess.
Look at me, Anna. Lifting her eyes, she saw that he d bowed his head, his gaze
intent on his wet cock sliding in and out of her mouth. She took and took, gave and
gave, sucked, licked, took some more. Silken and wet and hard as steel, he was
delicious.
She wanted him so badly right then she creamed her jeans. Like he knew what she
wanted, he caught her by the shoulders, lifted her up and jerked her pants to her feet.
Without a word, he turned her about, then reached into his pocket. Bend over that
chair. Hold on, he told her, his voice so hoarse she barely heard.
She obeyed at the sound of foil being torn open. The empty package dropped to the
floor. Half a second later, her ass in the air as she bent there waiting, his cock was
covered and he came up behind her, real close. At last he was pushing inside her,
feeling thick, amazingly good.
Her labia flexed, her clit pulsed. Kyran thrust another inch, going slow when she d
have thought he would push hard. The slowness made her start to come as inch by
incredible inch he breached her vaginal walls, splitting her, yet fitting exactly right,
exactly the way she needed him. Feminine juices sluiced out of her, covering his cock
and easing the smooth, sure glide of his penetration.
Kyran, hmm, god, I m coming, she cried out. Her muscles clenched, the tension
deep in her center pulling taut, tighter, higher, rippling from her belly outward and up
to her heart.
It s okay, come for me. He stilled, seated as far as she could take.
Anna felt stretched, feminine and full with Kyran s cock, the ache and rebuilding
tension an inescapable pleasure that captivated her. Feeling raw and sexy, she pushed
back into him, squeezing her muscles against his slow, deliberate withdraw, bracing her
thighs for his solid thrust back inside. Kyran s hands fell to her waist, their bodies were [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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Do what? Like she didn t know what he meant, she tossed the knotted cherry
stem to the bar.
Use that mouth on my cock, he amended.
63
Frances Stockton
Chicken s in the oven.
It ll wait. He came around the bar, not stopping til he was standing in front of
her.
Kyran, what are you doing?
Waiting for you to get on your knees, he told her, unbuttoning his tented fly.
Before the last button was undone, Anna slid off the bar chair, going to her knees.
Glad the floor was padded with thick, lush carpet, she reached up and parted his fly.
They were both fully clothed, yet she found it sexy. Feeling naughty and loving it,
she pushed his jeans to his hips. His cock fell out, slapping her chin. He was already
wet with pre-cum at the tip. Like the cherry, she wanted to savor him.
Kyran shifted his feet just wide enough to keep his thighs braced, his jeans in place
where she d put them. Work me out, sugar.
There was an edge of command to his voice. She found she liked it, and let him
place his hands behind her head. Where she might have felt vulnerable with anyone
else, she knew this was safe. And his hands were gentle, his fingers massaging her
skull.
Anna leaned in, touching her tongue to the drop of salty fluid. Swallowing, she
licked again. Taking in the thickened ridge of his glans, she savored him like an ice
cream cone. His whole body stiffened, his hips pushing toward her. His hands combed
her hair and he hummed in pleasure. He smelled male, aroused, tasted like salt, a little
cum and clean skin. He must have washed himself while she d been in the bathroom
upstairs.
Touched that he d do that, she licked again, swirling around the satin smooth,
plum-shaped head, licking slow and easy, hopefully driving him wild.
Yeah, that s good, he murmured, tightening his fingers fractionally. Open up,
take me deeper. His left hand dropped to her jaw, cupping her cheek as his thumb
pressed into her bottom lip. As much as you can take, take it.
You re so beautiful here, Kyran, she praised him, kissed his cock. Licking again,
she lingered where she knew it would feel best. Parting her lips with the push of his
thumb, she took the head into her mouth.
Sucking the helmet, she put her tongue to work. Like she did with the cherry, she
licked and sucked, repeating it and taking him deeper with his urging. His jeans were
down to his thighs, his legs spread to keep them in place. Her right hand circled his
cock, holding it steady so she could enjoy him with her mouth. Ringing his girth with
her fingers, she tightened and twisted as much as she could, bobbing her head and
gently scratching his testicles with her other hand.
Careful not to hurt him, she let him push and pull her head, his hips joining the
rhythm they d set. In and out, deeper each time, she paused, a little afraid to gag. She d
never taken a man as big as Kyran in her mouth, much less down her throat.
Fuck, Anna, he groaned. Don t do anything you re not good with, you get me?
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Quarterback Blitz
And she did. With a little help from his hands, she relaxed her jaw, breathing deep
through the nose, taking him deeper than she d ever tried before. His cock filled her
mouth, she felt like a love goddess.
Look at me, Anna. Lifting her eyes, she saw that he d bowed his head, his gaze
intent on his wet cock sliding in and out of her mouth. She took and took, gave and
gave, sucked, licked, took some more. Silken and wet and hard as steel, he was
delicious.
She wanted him so badly right then she creamed her jeans. Like he knew what she
wanted, he caught her by the shoulders, lifted her up and jerked her pants to her feet.
Without a word, he turned her about, then reached into his pocket. Bend over that
chair. Hold on, he told her, his voice so hoarse she barely heard.
She obeyed at the sound of foil being torn open. The empty package dropped to the
floor. Half a second later, her ass in the air as she bent there waiting, his cock was
covered and he came up behind her, real close. At last he was pushing inside her,
feeling thick, amazingly good.
Her labia flexed, her clit pulsed. Kyran thrust another inch, going slow when she d
have thought he would push hard. The slowness made her start to come as inch by
incredible inch he breached her vaginal walls, splitting her, yet fitting exactly right,
exactly the way she needed him. Feminine juices sluiced out of her, covering his cock
and easing the smooth, sure glide of his penetration.
Kyran, hmm, god, I m coming, she cried out. Her muscles clenched, the tension
deep in her center pulling taut, tighter, higher, rippling from her belly outward and up
to her heart.
It s okay, come for me. He stilled, seated as far as she could take.
Anna felt stretched, feminine and full with Kyran s cock, the ache and rebuilding
tension an inescapable pleasure that captivated her. Feeling raw and sexy, she pushed
back into him, squeezing her muscles against his slow, deliberate withdraw, bracing her
thighs for his solid thrust back inside. Kyran s hands fell to her waist, their bodies were [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]