Page 61 of Small Town Beast 2: Saverin's Duet

“Your— your penis.”

Absalom turned red to his hairline. “I’m just trying to hold back.”

“But we’re getting married,” Lorrie teased.

“We ain’t married yet.” He rolled her on top of him. “These damned things,” he laughed, frustrated by the tight fit of her shorts. “Did you stitch yourself into ‘em?”

“Let me, Abi.”

Once the shorts went sailing across the floor he realized his mistake. As he explored this new and forbidden part of her, Lorrie sneakily unlatched the fastening of his heavy grass-stained jeans.

“Hey,” he said, catching her little fingers in his.

“So I can’t feel you after all that nuzzling you did on my titties?”

“Careful what you wish for, Lorrie, that’s all.” He snapped the pink panties she was wearing. “And by the way, this is a mighty interesting getup for a church girl.”

“Don’t bring church into this.”

“No, let’s not.”

She laughed and jiggled her ass.And against his judgment he slipped his hand inside.

Lorrie clung to him. Circuits began shorting in his brain.Wet. Warm. Soft.His finger dipped low and came up coated in something sticky.

And it tasted like…

It tasted like pulling her panties aside and sliding through her woman’s cream to push on something that made her twitch and moan. It tasted like Lorrie grinding on him, her arms slung around his neck and her mouth getting ravished. Absalom got his ring finger at the tight seal and pushed, pushed, while Lorrie made noises he’d never heard before. His cock was so hard it did hurt now, and he leaned into the pain with pleasure. All he could think of was to bury it deep inside her; that was the only remedy. What if she used her mouth? What if—

Somehow his fly was down. He’d let it happen. Lorrie was sucking and biting on his neck and his fly was down, showing the top of his Looms and the wet patch from his own hungry dick. Absalom was dimly aware, through a fog of lust, that they’d somehow crossed a line. He rarely ever took his clothes off when they hooked up. That was his limit. Once Lorrie started touching on him like she was doing now— fanning her hands over his chest, seizing his soldier with both hands and jerking it— game over. He’d always held himself back. Never wanting to take it past the point where he couldn’t stop it.

And then his fucking phone rang.

“Ignore it,” Lorrie gasped, though she’d been the one to remind him of his duties. “Please.”

He dragged her back for a deep and dirty kiss, burying his hands in her thick curly hair and twisting it around and around. “Baby, I got to head back.”

“But you want to stay here,” she whispered in his ear, rubbing her bare titties deliberately on his chest. When did she take her shirt off?

The temperature of the room had climbed by degrees; they were covered in sweat. The heady perfume off Lorrie’s body drove him crazy. He buried his face in her heavy tits. She settled into position in his lap, ass thrust out as he explored her deeper.

“Abi, let me,” she moaned as he again batted her hands away from his dick.

He was hunting for a shard of his splintering control to fend off the beast. Right now the beast was roaring for him to blow a thick white load in Lorrie’s virgin pussy. And Lorrie was egging it on. Maybe she didn’t even realize what she was doing.

“You don’t have to,” he growled. “You’re still a virgin. We can wait— do it proper—fuck—grip ‘im tighter, Lorrie, I like that. I like…”

“Just kiss me,” she whispered, and opened her mouth against his.

Their tongues locked and Absalom couldn’t take it any more; fucking his ring finger into her didn’t satisfy him and he couldn’t jerk off tonight to ease the fire in his balls; too busy; something had to give.

He pushed her down and stuck the panties aside.She shaveswas the last coherent though before he pushed his long middle finger between her pussy lips and watched her plumpness wrap around it snugly before he parted them to reveal the hidden heart of her flower.

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

What I should have done years ago.He leaned down and for the first time tasted Lorrie’s nectar from the source.

Before Absalom knew it he had her losing her absolute mind; screaming and moaning and clawing his hair as he slurped and suckled and teased her nub as if they had all the time in the fucking world. She was so goddamned sexy even when her dulce-de-leche thighs closed on his ears and she started rocking like she was gonna pop his head off, he dove deeper. Let her kill him like this; he’d die happy. He flattened his tongue and drank every fucking drop, and maybe his finger did slip inside her and got more of that peach juice gushing into his mouth. She seemed to like that.

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