“I’m half expecting Sable, and whoever else you’ve been talking to, to pop out,” Jenna says when I have her against the kitchen island, kissing her as I work open the buttons on her blouse.
“She still doubts me after I gave her that very expensive sawdust-and-cardboard muffin.”
“Don’t speak ill of Starbucks.”
I nip her earlobe, turn her around, and push her over the counter. “And I bought her a car she’s never going to use.”
“You can’t buy my affection.”
“No, but I can fuck it out of you.”
I force her skirt up. It bunches around her waist as I knead my knuckles into her pussy through the lace fabric. “You like that? You want me to make a mess in your pussy?”
“Um…” Her breath hitches.
I slide my hand up under the blouse to grab one of her tits and push the lace fabric of the bra up so I can knead herbreast. While she makes those choked noises, I pinch and pull the nipple.
I’m half hard in my pants, and I haven’t even gotten my cock wet in her pussy or her mouth. I hook two fingers under the lace band of her panties.
Her back arches, and she moans as the friction of the fabric rubs her clit. I pull up harder so she’s practically on her toes, satisfied when I hear a ripping noise.
Her hips jerk forward when I slide the ripped fabric from between her legs and let it fall to the slate floor.
“Let me see you.” I kick her legs apart and marvel at the dark-pink slit of her cunt glistening and slick just for me.
I knead her ass, digging my fingers into it, wanting to bruise my name into her skin. “Show me your pussy.”
She spreads her legs wider.
My belt slithers off. “I said…” I snap it against her ass, making her jump and let out a little squeak. “Show me your cunt.”
Resting on the marble counter, she obeys, reaching behind her splayed legs to spread her ass.
“Good girl.”
I tease her with the folded belt then slide it in her wet pussy, pushing it into her opening, pressing it against her clit until she’s moaning, her hips making little jerking motions as she gets it all filthy with her juices.
“Does this mean you want my cock?” I whisper to her hoarsely as I grab her sweaty hair and lift her head. “Or do you just want me to come all over your pussy?”
I loop the leather around her neck.
“Oh God,” she chokes out when I tighten the belt around her throat.
She really chokes when I put my mouth on her swollen pussy, lapping at her, curling my tongue around her clit, sliding up her cunt. She’s greedy for my mouth, rocking her ass back against my face while I wring a choked orgasm out of her.
“I could eat you out like this for hours,” I rasp against her, unzipping my pants to ease the tightness around my cock.
Using two fingers to spread her pussy, I’m on her again. She’s dripping all over the floor. I lap it up off her slit, nice and smooth.
“You got your cunt good and ready for me, didn’t you, Cupcake? Fuck, you taste so good.”
She makes that strangled noise again that goes straight to my dick. I want to make her feel every hard inch of me.
She’s panting as I spread her apart, my thumbs holding her pussy spread for me.
“McCarthy, shit… That’s, uhn,so good.”
My cock is hard when I finally take it out of my pants. Her pussy is wet and swollen when I run the head of my cock against it, pushing at her opening. I grab the belt, jerking her back toward me.
