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“Excellent idea.” I lean close, letting my warm breath graze her ear, then I sit up, waiting to hear what she suggests next. When she pauses, I add, “Are you prepared for that? Sometimes these things spurt and gush. They tend to make things wet. Are you okay with getting wet, Misty? Very, very wet?”

Her mouth must be dry because her only response is to nod as that pretty pink tongue flicks out to lick her lips.

“Sometimes, pipes of this age need extra attention. I’ve heard it said that, occasionally, the best formula for success is to insert something inside and give them a gentle thrusting action.”

Misty swallows. I have to give her credit. Her gaze doesn’t flinch from mine as she asks, “And if… gentle doesn’t do the trick?”

“I’ve heard tell that sometimes only vigorous ramming, pounding, and deep, deep penetration will do.”

I’m sure her scent has been swirling around me for long minutes, but I was so engaged in our verbal foreplay I didn’t notice until this moment. Now that I’m aware of it, the scent of her arousal is so thick I could taste it if I thrust my tongue into the air. That would scandalize her though, right?

My tongue must have a mind of its own because it slides between my lips to test the air. Damned if I can’t taste her spicy feminine desire.

It’s all been fun and games, but I can’t move from words to action. I need her to be the one to pull the trigger.

“So, Zylus, would you be willing to give me some hands-on experience?” She arches her back, thrusting her pointed nipples at me in case I somehow missed how firm and needy they are. “Now?”

“That can be arranged.”

Chapter Fifteen

Misty

I’m drenched. This sexy game we’re playing has made me desperately aroused. He knows it too. If the cock jerking against his pants didn’t give it away, the way his nostrils flared and he acted as though he could taste me on the air was a sure tell.

He breaches the distance between us, reaches under the curtain of my hair to capture me—as if I have any intention of running away—and bends to kiss my lips.

He bestows one sweet brush of lip on lip, perhaps to ensure I’m a completely willing partner, then he switches gears and attacks me. Before I know it, he’s on the couch and I’m on his lap, straddling him as his tongue plunders my mouth, demanding ownership of my body, inside and out.

I’m dripping wet and imagine I’ve soaked through not only my pants, but his. It doesn’t matter. This feels so divine. The soft grunting noises from the back of my throat are met by his own answering growls of desire.

He’s not shy as he grips one of my ass cheeks in each hand and lifts me up and down, grinding me against the hard ridge of his cock.

Little Vortex interrupts my thoughts for a moment with a plaintive whine. When I glance over, I see him circle in his little bed, then lie down with his head pointing away. Good. I won’t have to worry about scandalizing the little critter.

I slide my nipples against Zylus’s naked, green chest, jacking up my own arousal as I happily bounce on the rocklike, thick shaft riding between my lower lips.

He releases a stream of filth into my ear as he slides his palms under my shirt and up my midriff. Yanking my bra up to expose my breasts, he plucks my hardened nipples as he moans his excitement.

“You’re so fucking hot, Misty. Hot and beautiful and oh—”

I was grinding myself on him so hard it must have short-circuited his brain.

“I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop. I’m going to vigorously ram.”

He slides against me, making certain to drag that long cock against my eager clit.

“And pound.”

He slips his thumbs in my waistband and somehow has me fully naked below the waist before I know what’s happening.

“And provide deep, deep penetration to clean your pipes.”

With that, instead of pulling off his own pants and following the very detailed instructions he just graphically described, he positions me on my back on the living room rug, spreads me wide, and lunges between my legs, face first.

Although I wasn’t expecting this deviation from the blueprint, I do not protest.

“Zylus.” Is all I can eke out through lips already parched from panting.

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