Page 63 of Small Town Beast 2: Saverin's Duet

Oh Jesus.

“Well, alright,” said Shadrac unhappily.

“I mean it. Roman might have tainted ‘em.”

“Sheeeit.”

“Make sure our boys don’t touch it,” Absalom insisted. “Give me—give me an hour.”

“You said thirty minutes.”

“For Chrissake— alright, I’ll be up directly.”

Lorrie pulled the open flaps of his jeans aside and kissed his thick ridge through his underwear. Oh, Jesus.Focus, focus.Stroking her hair he asked Shadrac, “What about downstairs?”

“Good news,” came the reply.

“Well?”

“I’ll show you when you get back,” said Shadrac mysteriously. “Might solve our little problem with Hiram, but it won’t be pretty.”

“Don’t worry about that. Thirty minutes.” Absalom hung up to address a far more pressing issue. “Damn it, Lorrie— you can’t suck my cock.”

“Why not?” She popped his cockhead out of his boxers and washed it with the tip of her tongue. Back, forth, she swirled on it like a lollipop, licking his pre-come from the weeping slit. Damn if she didn’t look good wearing his diamond ring, nursing on his rod like that. “Take your jeans off,” she whispered. “And why do you still have your boots on?”

“For traction.”

Giggling helplessly Lorrie swatted at his stomach. “You are a whole fool. Is everything okay?”

“What? Yeah, peachy. Mountain stuff, that’s all it was.”

She straddled him, then ran her fingers through the golden hair on his chest. “We have thirty minutes?”

“Let’s see,” he said, taking her mouth again for a kiss.

“Did you like that? Me sucking on it?” she asked shyly, pulling away. “Why did you stop me?”

“I don’t want thirty minutes to turn into three,” he told her. She didn’t exactly get it, but she shrugged and asked, “So…what should we do for thirty minutes?”

He climbed off the bed and undressed. The room was dark. He didn’t want to scare her.

“My darlin’.” He drew close and kissed her for a moment before pressing his body against her, letting her discover on her own that he was naked.

“Oh,” she gasped.

“You know what we’re gonna do now, right?”

“I’m ready,” she whispered as he thumbed and stroked her clit again.

“It hasn’t been easy for us, has it, Lorrie?” As he toyed with her pussy he dropped caressing bites on her neck, and lower. There was a purple mark on one of her breasts now from his direct attention earlier. He smoothed it out gently.

“No, it hasn’t been easy.”

“You got nothing to worry about. I’ll be careful.”

She held him with both hands and guided him towards her entrance. “No more waiting.”

Absalom wondered if this was one of those dreams he had sometimes, where he’d wake up before the deed could happen. But when he leaned down to kiss Lorrie their heads cracked together, hard.

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