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I expect him to dive in, and for a second, I’m worried I might actually faint if he doesn’t, but the look on his face has my aching body and throbbing womanhood falling to the wayside.
“What’s wrong?”
His thick throat bobs. “I have to tell you something.”
I adjust my legs and my knees pop. “You can tell me anything.”
I grip his thighs, rubbing soothing patterns. His one-eyed cyclops jumps and I barely resist the urge to yank his pants down and ride him. He just came less than a minute ago, and he’s already hard again. Or maybe his red rocket never softened.
My kitty flutters.
With stamina like that, he’ll be lucky to ever get me off his cock.
“I-I—” He licks his lips and closes his eyes. His chest is rising and falling with labored breaths, and my heart races in concern. What the hell is he about to say? And why is he saying it now? Shit. This is bad. So bad. “I’m a virgin!”
I suck in a sharp breath and my world spins. I tighten my hold on his legs and my fingers brush his sticky pecker accidentally. Unable to help myself, I run my thumb over the wet patch that bleeds down his massive thigh. Yummy!
“I know you probably hate this,” he wails. “Hate that I’m only twenty and inexperienced. Hate that I’m bald and big and rich and short. Everyone does!” He blinks up at me with terrified eyes. “But I’ve done research. I swear, Story. I'll make this good for you. I’ll make you come so much, you pass out from pleasure. I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk. I’ll make you so damn happy you forget what I look like, and how much money I have, which is a lot, by the way. Like a disgusting amount. Like I could buy the planet and still have money left over.” He gasps for air and continues to ramble. “And full disclosure… my dick is only five and half inches long, but it’s pretty thick and I’ve practiced using it. Like, a lot of practice.” He blushes. “On a pocket pussy. I, uh, have a bit of an addiction.”
“Fred, stop,” I interrupt, struggling to process his insane barrage of admissions. His jaw snaps shut, and he cringes, looking seconds from running away. I take a slow breath, working through what I want to say and how to say it. “Can you do me a favor?”
He bobs his head and I give him a reassuring smile as I continue my soothing patterns on his cummy leg. I want nothing more than to suck his flavor straight from the material of his pants, but I put a pin in that idea for the moment.
“Breathe for me,” I instruct. He does, taking in a few gasping breaths before finally relaxing. “That’s my good quiche. Now, I want you to listen and listen well. You got me?”
“I got you,” he murmurs.
His fingers pulse inside me and I briefly consider how ridiculous this situation is, but the thought disappears when pleasure shoots through my ass.
“First off, I’m thirty, so it’s good to have our age gap out on the table. Does it bother you? Because I’m perfectly fine with it.” It means he’ll be able to fuck me good until we’re old and gray. Hell yeah.
“I’m good, too,” he agrees, shifting his fingers again.
I swivel my hips, unable to control myself as my thoughts go sluggish the hornier I become. Who am I kidding? I’m always horny.
“Secondly, you’re the hottest man I’ve ever met” I pant, bouncing on his digits. My eyes flick to his cumstain and my mouth waters. I bring my damp fingers to my mouth and suck his flavor from my skin.
Fred gasps. “Did you just—”
“Yes, and I want more,” I whine. Shaking my head, I bend to look at him. “I don’t care about any of that shit, quiche. Your money doesn’t matter to me. I want you. All of you. If you don’t know how to fuck, I’ll teach you. If you want to try something, I’ll let you. Anything you want, I’m yours.”
“You’re incredible,” he mutters, licking his pillowy lips. “I’m so lucky I found you. I’m never letting you go.”
Good, because I feel the same.
I swallow hard, realizing I have some admissions of my own.
“I own a bookstore with my best friend. I read books voraciously but can never make it past the third chapter. My ex left me for my parents and their dog, so I have no one besides a few friends. I live in a small run-down house because all my money goes to my business. I’m addicted to coffee, french fries and sex. I can’t go more than a few hours without getting myself off and right now, I don’t care about anything but feeling your tongue on my cunny and your fingers in my ass.” I suck in a sharp breath. “Now, do we need to keep talking, or can we get to the good stuff?”
It takes a second for his brain to process my words, but when he does, he snaps.
I cry out and my head falls back as Fred latches onto my beaver dam with his teeth. He sucks my flesh into his mouth like a starving man does with a steaming hot burger. The sound of him slurping my juices from my curls is obscene and it sends shivers across my heated flesh.
“Oh, God!” My fingers fumble for his pork whistle, needing something to hold on to as pleasure rockets through me. “That’s it, baby quiche! Now fuck me with your tongue!”
He does, slipping his hot flavor muscle into my channel, devouring me like I’m his favorite meal.
“Fuck my ass harder,” I demand, writhing on top of him. At this rate, I’ll be spilling down his gullet in minutes, maybe less. With every pump, his fingers bump my favorite plug, sending sparks of ecstasy through me.
