Page 70 of Look at Her and Die

Based on Posy’s looks, it was only fitting that he had a big cock.

I mean, he was absolute perfection. It didn’t make sense for God to make him anything but well endowed.

My poor pussy looked stretched so thin that it was a wonder he didn’t tear me in two.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “One of these days, we need to have better lighting. I’d fuckin’ love to get a better view of your pussy taking my cock so pretty.”

Did I mention he was a dirty talker?

And not just a little bit.

A lot.

He talked and he talked, telling me how I felt, how he felt, and what he was about to do. He’d tell me that I was perfect for him, and somehow, someway, he made me believe him.

Every time he said the words, I felt this sense of accomplishment that I completely got off on.

“Oh, baby.” He pulled back and rammed back inside, his belly flexing in a way that I got a great look at all the shadows that his abs made on his slim torso.

I didn’t know what was better, watching his body, or feeling the way his cock did such crazy things to my insides.

I’d never in my life been able to get off with only penetration.

Yet, Posy was over here, getting me off two and three times before he got off himself.

Already I could feel the pending orgasm rolling over me, starting to take me under.

He must’ve sensed it, because with one flick of my sensitive clit, I was falling over the cliff and happily drowning in sensation.

He grunted and cursed, saying something under his breath that I couldn’t quite decipher.

His ‘oh fuck’ had me laughing my way through my orgasm and his.

When he dropped his sweaty head—where his ball cap went I didn’t know—to my shoulder, I said, “Only one? Slacker.”

He grunted out a laugh before saying, “I already told you I’ve been thinking about you all morning.”

“You did.” I ran my fingers through his sweaty hair. “Want to go to lunch?”

He pulled me up to standing and then reached into a box on top of a stack of more boxes and pulled out a box of Kleenex.

“Thanks,” I said as I cleaned myself up.

“Yes,” he answered. “I’d love to go to lunch with you. I can drop you off at home, too, since you ran here.”

“I do have to admit, I didn’t want to really run very much farther,” I confessed. “I was intending to walk it, but a ride would be great.”

He waited until I was once again fully clothed before opening up the tack room door, revealing Yates.

“Thank God. I was dying of starvation and thought I’d have to stand here all day,” Yates drawled.

I flipped him off, uncaring that he’d caught us.

“You just got here, and you know it.” I passed him.

Yates laughed, but didn’t contradict me.

“Yates, can you get Bumbo and Booster out of their gear? I’m getting lunch with Searcy,” Posy called.

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