Page 10 of Glory Hole

“You’re four feet ten inches. Itwouldbe like climbing a tree for you, Evelyn.”

“I’m five foot one, and I love trees.”

So do I. Especially ones with giant dicks, an amazing body, and charm that makes me want to drop my drawers right here, right now.

Beck turns again, flashing me that smile.Panty Dropper. That’s what that fucking smile is. Coupled with the charm, it’s lethal. He makes his way back toward where Evelyn and I stand.

“Incoming,” Evelyn whispers, raising her glass to her lips for a sip of wine.

Beck sidles up next to me…so close the heat of his body radiates and warms my skin. “What are you two back here giggling about?”

“Nothing much, big guy. I’m gonna go check on Jen and Ti.” Evelyn starts to walk off but stops and turns to me.

“Ride the train, Glory. Toot Toot.” She pulls a pretend air horn chain before cackling to herself and continuing over to the rest of the crew.

Beck laughs, and a grin plays at those sexy fucking lips. “What’s she talking about?”

I roll my eyes. “You never know what will come out of her mouth.”

“Speaking of mouths. I like your red lipstick. It makes me think very dirty thoughts, sweet Glory.”

Beck leans into me, and immediately, my nipples pucker, like they can will themselves into his mouth.His hand travels my side slowly, to rest low on my back.

“W-what kind of dirty thoughts, Beck.”

His breath tickles against my skin as his hand rubs light circles right above my ass. His touch breaks goose bumps across my skin, and my panties dampen.

“Obscene thoughts, Glory. Dirty, fucking obscene.”

Strike that. My panties just disintegrated. A low groan escapes his lips as he nuzzles his nose into the shell of my ear. My legs begin to shake. Can you come from dirty talk alone? I think I am.

“I know this isn’t a very gentlemanly conversation to be having, but looking at you makes me want to do so many bad things. None of them anything a gentleman would do.”

Fuck. I’m panting.

“Tell me. Tell me, Beck.” My nipples try to poke holes through my dress as I wait for more filth to come out of that gorgeous mouth.

“You’re a dirty little thing, aren’t you, Glory? Full of wicked thoughts.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, and his finger trails down the column of my neck.

“First, I’d take that hot as fuck dress off you. I’d take it all off but your heels. The thought of you naked with only those heels on, fuck, makes my dick so hard. I’d grip your hair in both my hands and push you down to your knees. I’d fuck that pretty red painted mouth of yours, hard, until that red was smeared all over my cock. Then I’d pick you up and spread you out on that island and eat your pussy until you scream. I bet you taste so fucking good.”

I wobble as my mind races with the images he’s putting there. Jesus Christ, this man and his words make me come undone.

“Then I’d fuck you, Glory. Nice and slow at first. Build you up until that sweet pussy strangles my cock. I wouldn’t be able to hold back after that.”

He grinds the hard length of his dick into the side of my thigh, and I hear myself whimper before I even realize I have.

“I bet your little pussy is tight, hot, and wet. Isn’t it, Glory? I bet your little panties are soaked right now. I could stick my hand up your skirt right now, and you’d be wet.”

His hand slips downward from where it rests on my back, and the back of my skirt begins to ride up my legs.

Oh, fuck me. He’s not…

His hand skims up the back of my thigh and continues toward the apex of my legs. I’m practically panting. On the other side of the island, my girls and Maddox have no clue I’m about to be diddled right behind them. It’s so fucking hot.His finger teases the lace edge of my panties as he continues his verbal assault on my libido.

“Mmmm, you’re so fucking wet, it’s on your thighs. Damn, baby. I need my mouth on you, but for now, this will have to do.”

A shudder rolls through me when he pushes the lace aside and slips his finger into my slick heat. He runs his finger back and forth a few times then plunges it inside.

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