Page 146 of Sloane

“Over anyone.”

“If I didn’t know any better, Ms. Youngman, I’d say you were flirting with me. But I know that can’t be right since you made me promise to keep my hands and lips to myself.”

“I didn’t say anything about me keeping my lips and hands to myself.”

Fuck me.

“So, what are you saying?”

Ashley moved so she was straddling my lap. My hard cock lined up perfectly with her swimsuit-clad entrance as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

“I’m saying that maybe we could help each other out with certain needs. No strings. Just a mutual understanding for tonight only.”

Tonight only?

Yeah, that wasn’t going to fly.

But it was a start.

My hands cupped her ass when I asked, “What did you have in mind?”

She ground her pussy against my hard-on and pressed her luscious tits against my chest before breathing into my ear. “Sex. The dirtier the better.”

My cock jumped, and I pulled her tight against me, so the tip of my dick penetrated her regardless of the cloth barrier between us.

“I seem to recall we had a lot of dirty sex before.”

“But this time it doesn’t mean anything. It’s just sex.”

“Whatever you say, sweetness.”

I reached up and pulled the straps of her suit down, freeing her heavy tits. Gently cupping them with both hands, I asked, “Is this okay?”

“Mmm hmm,” she hummed with her eyes closed.

My fingers wove through her hair, and I pulled her mouth toward mine, anxious to kiss her again after the kiss we shared earlier, but she turned her head.

“No kissing.”

“What do you mean, no kissing?”

“No kissing. It’s too intimate.”

“But having sex isn’t?”

“It’s not the same.”

That wasn’t going to work, but I’d play along. Just like I was about this being tonight only, and I had zero intention of adhering to that.

My best move would be to rock her world so she’d want a repeat performance.

I moved my lips up her neck and nipped the spot below her ear that drove her crazy.

“Well, can I kiss your pussy? Because I need to taste your honey on my tongue, dulzura. It’s been too long.”

Her body went taut when I murmured, “It’s been too long,” and I instantly wanted to kick myself. I knew exactly what she was thinking. And whose fault is that, jerk?

Deflect! Deflect! Deflect!

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