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“That one was especially hilarious,” I murmured, recalling the words. “Put that fat cock into my love box and work me like a fuck toy?”
She shrugged. “A lot of these I was thinking about you when I wrote them. But then I remembered I had to be funny, so every once in a while, I got imaginative.”
I resituated myself on the couch, which caused her hand to slip slightly, one of her fingers brushing my balls.
I licked my lips and felt my abs tighten.
I saw the moment that she decided ‘fuck it.’
Out of the corner of my eye, she bit her lip, then her fingers closed all the way around me inside my pants.
I closed my eyes as euphoria ripped through me.
An intense tingle started at the base of my spine, and I wanted to rip my pants off so I could feel her hand without the restrictive confines of my clothing.
Yet I stayed still and allowed her to work, grinning wickedly when the guy on the screen pulled out and ‘accidentally’ started to put his cock back into her asshole.
When the girl said, “Oh, that’s my brownie station. Not in there,” I started to laugh.
“Seriously?” I snorted. “Brownie station?”
She shrugged. “Whatever. This is supposed to be funny, remember?”
I did.
So I shut up, even though the guy was still pushing his dick inside the girl’s ass despite her adamancy that the guy had the wrong hole.
“Ever wanted to try anal?” I asked, trying to sound nonchalant and failing.
“Yes,” she answered honestly. “At least, I did before I saw your cock.”
I snickered and looked down. “If it’s done correctly, it doesn’t hurt. Much.”
Her eyes went hooded. “You’ve done it before?”
I nodded.
There was no use in lying about my past life. I wasn’t ashamed of it.
“Did she enjoy it?” Turner asked.
I remembered the one and only time that my ex-wife had allowed me to do that—after months of bringing it up—and shook my head. “She thought it was dirty. My ex. We did it once, and it was the best sex we’d ever had. She was ashamed about it later, and it was never brought up again.”
But thinking about doing this with Turner had my dick so impossibly hard that I was sure there wasn’t an inch of space left in it. I’d never been that hard before.
“I need these pants off,” I blurted. “My cock is starting to hurt.”
She started to take her hand out of my pants, her fingers loosening on my cock, and I shook my head.
“No, leave it there,” I suggested. “Push it down against my leg.”
She did as instructed, and I shifted until I could get my slacks off my hips. When they finally slid free, she helped reposition my cock, and then jacked it four times in rapid succession.
I nearly came undone.
The only thing that saved me was the fact that she stopped just as suddenly as she started.
I was panting when I said, “Do that again and I’ll come all over your hand and this blanket.”
I could feel the soft press of the blanket against the head of my cock and liked it. Looking down at the blanket, the way it was tented obscenely where my cock pushed the fabric up, had me smirking as well.
“Fuck the blanket.” She started to work me again.
That’s when I started to realize that I needed something to do with my hands.
And two could play the game she was playing.
Pulling my arm from around her waist, I instantly repositioned it and pushed her thighs apart.
She easily parted them for my seeking hand and burrowed my way under the waistband of her pants and panties. I found her honeyed pussy seconds later, soaking wet. So soaking wet, in fact, that she was slick and coated with her juices.
I’d be able to slip right in.
I circled her entrance with just the tip of a finger, over and over again, swirling those juices around and around even though I had no need to.
She was wetter than I’d ever felt her before.
Which was saying something.
“God,” she said. “Just stick your finger inside of me already.”
I snorted.
“You’ve been teasing me since I walked in the door, that’s been a long fifteen minutes at least, and you want me to hurry up and stick my finger in you?” I asked. “I think not.”
She growled under her breath and lifted her hips, hopeful that the move would help sink me inside.
It wouldn’t.
But it was a nice try.
Except, just when I thought that I had myself under control, she moved her hand from my cock and cupped my balls, touching the space of skin just underneath them and pressing down.
My balls drew up on their own accord, and I closed my eyes as a groan slipped free of me without conscious thought.
“Put your finger inside of me,” she ordered, squeezing lightly.
