Page 70 of Good Vibes Only
“Like what you see?” I asked, flexing my chest for her.
She ran her hands up and down my torso, having to touch and squeeze and sink her nails into every muscle group, like a kid in a candy store.
“You’re built like a God,” she said.
She mashed her mouth against mine, her kisses tinged with a sinful heat. With her lips locked on mine, she walked me backwards, the two of us heading for her bed.
I climbed in after her, but she glanced at my pants as if to say,why are those still on?
I unbuckled my belt and stepped out of my trousers.
“Hooooly shit,” McKayla said, eyes widening again—this time, over the protruding mass in my boxers.
I held my hand over myself, shielding the damp spot on my boxers where my excitement had leaked.
“Pre-cum,” I said, embarrassed. “Guess I got a little worked up eating you out.”
“Oh, I know what it is. And trust me. I do not mind it at all,” she purred. “Iloveit.” She wrapped her fingers around my bulge and massaged me. “I want your dick inside me so bad, Brett.”
Fuck,how could I resist?
I climbed on top of her, pressing her into the mattress as our bodies met from thigh to chest. She wrapped her legs around my back and dug her ankles into me, pulling me closer. Already straining against my boxers, my cock pulsed, eager to reach the source of her sweltering heat.
“I want you inside me, Brett,” she whispered. “Fuck me.”
You have no idea how badly I want to … but …
“I had another idea,” I said.
She nuzzled me and sucked at my neck. “Better than fucking me?”
Oh God, why is this the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do?
“Definitely not,” I grumbled. “But I wanna play with one of your toys first.”
“Yeah?” she asked, her eyelids pleasantly batting with surprise. “Why?”
“Because you like it. And I think it’s hot.” I smiled at her. “And … I wanna go down on you some more.”
“Well!If you insist. I certainly won’t stop you.” I could tell from her smile I’d immediately won her over—which bought me time. She pointed at the nightstand and said, “Bottom drawer.”
I slithered halfway off the bed and opened the bottom drawer, revealing a small collection of dildos.
“Where’s the rest?”
She cocked her head at me. “The rest?”
“Based on what you said earlier, I thought you’d have a lot more. Like an entire walk-in closet of dildos or something.”
She giggled. “I’m glad you’re not intimidated, but that’s all I have. I only keep the ones I really love. Because what’s the point of keeping toys you aren’t wild about? They’ll never get used.”
“Makes sense,” I said as I looked through the half-dozen or so toys. They ran the gamut of sizes, shapes and colors. “So which one would you like?”
“Surprise me. I like ’em all.”
“Hmm. Okay.”
When I resurfaced holding the only dildo she owned that was longer and thicker than me, she let out a laugh of surprise.
