Page 29 of Force At Third

“I’m a big girl, Locke. You let me worry about what I can and can’t handle.”

“Big? You’re the same damn size?—”

“No talking.”

“Fine by me.”

I’m knee level when I pick her up and lift her up high enough so I’m eye level with her pussy, that’s waxed like it was a few weeks ago, and she’s got just a little bit of soft growth.

“Legs, now,” I growl out my demand before pulling her close and pressing my lips to her soft heat.

“What the hell is wrong with …?” She trails off, and a whimper escapes when I slide my tongue between her folds and keep doing it nice and slow as she caves and brings her legs over my shoulder.

If I weren’t in heaven right now, tasting her sugar, I’d make her admit to me being right … again. She wasn’t nearly wet enough. Grown or not, her pussy is still exactly as I left it—tight and tasty.

“Locke,” she moans. “Whatthefuck.”

Hands palming her ass, I pull her as tight as I possibly can and lick the sweet out of her as her thighs tighten around my face.

One hand traveling up her back, I move to lay her out on the chaise end of the sectional, positioning myself between her legs and dropping down to my knees.

“Did you know your hot little pussy’s like fine wine—gets better with age?” I ask, my hot breath against her cunt as I grip one of her thighs and push my hand beneath the other.

“No talking.” Her voice shakes as she cups her breasts and squeezes them.

I circle her entrance with a finger before slowly pushing it inside her, cock twitching when her pussy tightens around it.

“Not sure it’s possible not to talk while I’m making nice with you. How else would I tell you how fucking much I like this?” I tug at the sprinkling of soft hair.

“Some of us have to work and can’t make our monthly … Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Her back arches, and she squeezes her tits harder when I thrust my finger deep inside her, curling it and twisting, making damn sure to avoid the spot I know damn well will make her come in seconds.

“Perfect,” I groan, reaching down and squeezing the tip of my aching cock before giving it a long stroke. “Nipples, play with them, and I’ll give you orgasm number one.”

She opens her mouth, no doubt to tell me that she’s a “big girl,” or how “grown” she is. All that shit’s cute until you’re minutes from seeing Gwendolyn York come.

Me? I do what needs to be done to shut her up—keep her here.

I tap her spot, and her thighs begin to shake. “Nips.” I tap it again, and she squeezes and kneads her breasts, then pinches and rolls those deep red peaks that I’m gonna have in my mouth next.

“Good girl,” I groan, increasing my thrusts and building her up to the point she soaks my hand, my face, my couch. To the point her body’s shaking, and she’s physically drained.

“Not good enough.” She thrusts against my hand, and I wanna ask her what she means, but she fills me in. “For an orgasm. Jesus, Locke, give me?—”

I squeeze in another finger and give her exactly what she needs, and then I suck the hell out of her clit, giving her what she wants and getting my reward.

Legs shaking, she’s just lying there as I climb over her, bend down, and suck a nipple into my mouth as I slide my hand down her and dip inside her again.

“Shit, Locke,” she whimpers.

Mouth full of tit, tongue stroking her hard nub, I simply groan and continue until she’s coming again.

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6

Thursday

Something is wrong, I think as I blink open my eyes and glance down. The only explanation I can think of for the position I’ve found myself in is that I’m exhausted.

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