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He seems to know I like having my ass played with. I suppose that's because we talked about it in the elevator. So what do you know? A man who actually listens.
I smile as best I can around his cock, but the big monster is so broad there's not much extra for me to smile with. I wriggle against his hand to let him know I’m enjoying myself.
"I guess you weren't kidding when you said you liked having your ass played with, little kitten." His voice is sex-roughened and his finger on my asshole pushes a harder.
I continue sucking and playing with his balls, while he has my clit and ass in the grip of his hand. Thumb on my clit going in circles and his finger tapping against the pucker of my backside hole.
I'm lost in the pleasure he's giving me. I'm not sure how much longer I can hold off from coming. But this time I want to have some power over him and make him come first. I close my eyes and focus on sucking on his cock like it's an all-day sucker.
His balls tense up in my palm. He keeps one hand buried in my hair and holds my head firmly so I know he means business. Well, so do I.
I gently scrape my teeth on the underside of his cock on an upstroke. He intakes a breath sharply and growls, "Christ, baby. I'm about to come and I want you to swallow every last drop," as he shoots his come into my throat.
I don't say anything, but I run my mouth all the way up the length of his cock and then release it.
I gaze at him somewhat insolently while I swallow dramatically, then lick my lips. He gives me a sexy grin while he continues to play with my ass.
"Now it's your turn," he says.
And just like that, I bend to his will, and come.
As I reach the pinnacle, he presses his finger into my ass all the way to the first knuckle. I arch back on the bed and raise up on my knees, press my hands to his chest to steady myself as yet another orgasm rips through my body.
When it ends, he holds me to him while I catch my breath. I rest my head against his chest and I can hear his heart thumping.
"Oh princess," he says, "you are certainly something special."
God, I'm hot and bothered all over again as I drive along the highway. There's not much traffic out here and I don't know how many miles I've covered during my horny trip down memory lane. It's going to be a long time before I forget about the sexy nameless man.
I drive and enjoy the time to think about last night when a phone call from my mother interrupts my reverie. I wonder what she'd think if she knew what I've been up to. And I can’t help but chuckle to myself and even have a cheerful sound in my voice when I answer.
"Hello, Mother."
"Hello!" she calls out as though there's no phone reception where I'm at.
"Hello, Mother, how are you?"
"Where are you?" she asks. "I thought I'd call you to see if it wasn't too late for you to go back to the airport and come home. Honey, you know you're not meant for life on the farm."
"Mother, it's just a visit. I'm not planning to stay any longer than the two weeks I've been invited for."
"Oh good Lord. Two weeks on a farm. You won't last two hours. Kit, I know you. I know you love Boone and for some inexplicable reason, you two have been friends since the very first day of college, but that's a lot different than going and spending time with her at her farm."
"I know, Mother. Boone is my very best friend. And she has invited me to visit her for this big party the town has every year. And I will not disappoint her. I’m going."
"Good lord, a hoedown," Mother says and I can feel her eyes roll across the miles.
"You know, Mother, if you can’t say something nice, don’t say nothin’ at all." The distance has given me more nerve than I’d ever have if we were face to face.
She sighs. "Oh, all right, if you insist. But promise me you will not fall in love with some poor farmer while you're at the county fair. Remember, Peter Brinkman is going to be coming back from Europe in six weeks. His mother is very eager for the two of you to get together."
I roll my eyes, grateful, we are not on FaceTime.
"I appreciate that, Mother, but I'm sure he's got better things to do than having lunch with me."
The truth is, I’ve been dying to get together with Peter. Our families have been friends for years and I’ll admit I’ve had a crush on him since I was nine. But, he’s about five years older and never saw me as anything other than a pesky kid he was nice to because our parents were friends. Besides, with my perfect sister Bridget around, how could he notice me anyway?
But, back to my mother.
