Page 61 of The Yips

“Yeah, it’s normal. And it’s fucking amazing,” Sam said as the car pulled up in front of the hotel. “Did you bring the lipstick? It’s time to refresh it; I’ve been thinking about it all night.”

I shivered and pulled the lipstick out of my purse. I slowly removed the cap, licked my lips, and then applied it to my top lip and then my plump bottom lip while I waited for the driver to open the door.

“Have you ever heard of dick-sucking lips?” I asked him with a smirk.

I took his hand as he led me through the door held openby the bellman. “I hope you’re ready to provide a demonstration,” he said, practically dragging me toward the elevator.

I asked Sam to wait in the bedroom while I used the bathroom. I slipped my black dress off and hung it on the hanger. I might not have understood who the designer was when the pile of dresses arrived at my suite in Minneapolis, but I did now. Kylie had fully enlightened me and assured me that I deserved it. I would be taking meticulous care of those dresses.

I checked my reflection in the mirror; my hair had gotten mussed during the night, my lips were swollen, and my face flushed. And the lingerie? The anticipation of Sam peeling it off me had moisture flooding my core. Yeah, I could get used to this.

I left my heels on and opened the door, finding Sam sitting on the edge of the bed, shirt off, pants unbuttoned. As soon as he saw me, he rose to stand; his hands shook as he ran his fingers under the strap of the bra that barely contained my breasts as the corset pushed them up. It had been too long since I fed Crew, and my engorged breasts were more full and larger than they usually were.

“I don’t know where to start, Kels.”

“That’s okay. Because I do.”

CHAPTER 54

Sam

Even with her heels on, I still towered over my girl. I drank in the sight of her, Louboutin’s, black corset, stockings, garter, fuck, was that an open gusset? The sexiest part was the confidence that had only grown in the short time I’d known her. She had planned every detail and somehow turned my fantasy into reality.

She pressed one hand against my chest, using her other hand to slip my pants down my hips, pooling at my feet on the floor. I stepped out of them, and she kicked them aside with her four-inch heels. I reached for her chin, cupped her face, and brought my mouth to hover over hers, teasing her as I stroked her cheek with my thumb. Kelsey wove her finger through my hair and tugged my head down, closing the distance and taking control.

I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth, eliciting a groan from her that absolutely drove me wild, my erection already straining painfully in my boxer briefs. Her tongue dipped into my mouth as we deepened our kiss, wrecking the lipstick she’d teased me with before getting out of the car. Kelsey’s hand traveled from my chest, skirted across my abs,her fingers slipping under the waistband of my briefs as she worked to slide them over my ass and down my legs. She broke our kiss, and her eyes glazed over hungrily as she took in the sight of my arousal, stark evidence of how much she turned me on.

We both watched as her hand fisted my cock, stroking from root to tip. She dropped to her knees and met my eyes, her tongue lashing out and licking the bead of pre-cum leaking out of the head.

“You like, baby?” I asked. She answered without words and by taking me deep in her mouth. My breath hissed out as I felt my head hit the back of her throat, and she gagged in response. She hummed in satisfaction as her mouth slid up and down, the rest of her lipstick smeared and mixed with her saliva.

“You look so good taking my cock,” I said, and her eyes locked on mine as she cupped my balls, massaging them with her free hand. “Oh shit, Kelsey. That feels so fucking good. Where do you want my cum? Your mouth?”

“Mmm,” she hummed against my cock, her mouth too full to respond.

“Your face?”

“Mmm,” and her mouth worked faster, pushing me closer to the edge.

“How about I just fuck up that pretty little outfit you bought for me?”

Her last moan on my cock did me in. I fisted my hands in her hair, pulling her back off of my cock. “Open for me,” I demanded as I pumped my cock, watching my cum hit her tongue, chest, neck and streamed down the front of her corset. “Please don’t move, baby. I need to lock this memory in my mind for my spank bank.”

She closed her mouth, swallowing the cum I’d left onher tongue, remaining on her knees, flushed and breathing heavily. I placed my hands under her arms, lifted her, and deposited her on the edge of the bed.

“Spread your legs for me. It’s my turn to be on my knees for you.”

Her panties were open gusset, but that damn strip of fabric got in the way of where I wanted to be. I tore them off of her, and Kelsey gasped in surprise.

“Sam, do you know how expensive those were?” she said, staring hopelessly at the torn fabric.

“Did you buy them for me?”

She nodded.

“Then I did exactly what I wanted with them.” I settled between her legs, placing her thighs on my shoulders, and began lapping and sucking her clit as she writhed against my face.

“Sam, that feels so good,” she encouraged, tugging at my hair. I pressed two fingers inside her tight pussy, curving them up and pumping in and out of her. Those were the last intelligible words as she rode my face and hand.

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