Page 27 of Take Two

“I don’t want to hide you, Violet, but I do like the idea of teasin’ them a bit. Colt’s throwing a party for Vickie in a couple of weeks. It’s to celebrate her new book, and they’re going to reveal their new summer home in Montauk. It’s going to be the entire weekend, and I want you to come.”

“It’s a date,” I say as I picture attending a party on the arm of my boyfriend. It’s been so long since I’ve had a boyfriend that I can’t help the goosebumps taking over my body. “Are you spending the night tonight?”

“If you’ll have me.”

I stand from the couch and offer him my hand. He takes it and pulls himself up. We walk down the hall together and into my bedroom. “I’m exhausted. I hope you don’t mind going to bed early.”

He looks me up and down and licks his lips. I feel my nipples harden immediately. He lifts his shirt over his head and says, “You’re not going to sleep yet. I said I couldn’t kiss these lips.” He taps his index finger on my mouth. “But I can kiss your other set oflips.”

Once he’s shirtless, he unbuttons my shirt and throws it on the floor before he pulls down my shorts.

“Where are your panties?” he asks.

All I do is wiggle my brows at him. I wrap my arms around him and leave open-mouthed, wet kisses on his bare chest.

“You taste good,” I moan.

“Are you in the mood to gag?” he says, breathless.

“Always when you’re around.” He pulls away only to take off his pants and boxers. His dick springs to life, and I reach for it, but he backs away. He dives on the bed and lies on his back.

“Put it on my face,” he says, his voice husky.

“Put what on your face?” I tease.

“That pussy, Violet. Don’t make me ask again.” I arch an eyebrow at his bossy tone. I climb on the bed and sit on his naval. I know I’m already wet, and I want to leave my juices on him.

He slaps my thigh, surprising me both from the impact and from liking it as much as I do. “Do that again,” I tell him, and he hits me harder this time.

“Come on. I’ve been thinking about that wet pussy for hours. It’s all I’ve thought about since you sent me that picture.” He licks his lips. I bend down and kiss his pecks before I turn around and put my ass to his face. My mouth waters at the site of the pre-cum oozing out of him. I swipe it with my tongue, and he groans.

I decide not to tease him tonight. I’ve been wanting this all day too, and it’s right here for me to take. I slide his long, thick dick as far down my throat as possible. At the same time, his tongue hits my clit, and I almost fall off the bed from the onslaught.

“Mmhmm,” I moan around his thick shaft. I let it pop out of my mouth, and I hungrily slurp the top. He slides a finger inside of me, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.

“Let me put it inside of you,” he groans. He slaps my ass hard, and it sends a firestorm of feelings from my pussy all the way to my stomach. I take him to the back of my throat one more time before I pop him out and straddle him. I want to turn around and look into his eyes while I ride him, but if I do that, there’s no way I’ll be able to stop myself from kissing him, so I keep my back turned to him. He lifts me with so little effort, and I slide down his long hard dick.

One hand grabs my wrist, while the other slides between my legs and rubs my clit.

“Charlie,” I moan as I throw my head back. “Yes.”

He takes his hand from my pussy and lifts it up. I take his wrist and bring his fingers to my mouth.

“See how good you taste, darlin’,” he says. The hand returns to my clit. He rubs so hard that I can’t prevent the wave of euphoria that spreads through my body. I start to convulse on top of him. I feel him harden inside of me, and I know he’s close to his release. I come loud and hard on top of him, feeling the wetness oozing out of me.

While I’m still flying high from my orgasm, he lifts me off him. In a blink, he puts me on my back and rests above me. He grabs his dick and jerks it twice before his hot seed spurts out and lands on me. It’s uncontrollable, and some falls on my breasts before he manages to aim it lower. The rest lands on my stomach, and I run my finger through it and suck it into my mouth.

“So good,” I moan. I pull my finger out and put it to his mouth. He sucks it hungrily.

“I’m glad you came over,” I say. “Even though I really want to kiss you.” So, I do, only not on his mouth. I kiss his shoulder and swirl my tongue around his hot skin.

“I’m glad I came too,” he says with a laugh.

“Oh, darlin’. You’re so filthy,” I tease in a horrible Southern accent. “I love that.” I kiss his shoulder again.

“Come here.” He pulls me on top of him and one of his hands lands on my ass. He squeezes hard as he nibbles the side of my neck. “I love fucking that pussy,” he says.

“Charlie,” I say in faux outrage, “mind your manners, or I shall banish you to the stables.” I channel my best Southern belle impersonation, which makes him laugh. “You filthy boy.”

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