Page 81 of Cocky Caveman


Font Size:  

Without hesitation, my fingers spread wide, cupping each buttock while I angle my head, gliding my tongue through her wet folds back and forth. Her fingers are clawing at my head, pushing my mouth harder against her C-U-Next-Tuesday until I am sucking her clit. Her soft pleas for release spurring me faster and harder to get her over the finish line.

My cock jerks painfully, wanting some relief, so I slide one hand under the waistband of my boxers, hooking the fabric under my cock so I can stroke myself to the rhythm of the thrusts of my tongue.

We are both frantic for a release, her hips bucking against my face.

“Oh, God, Tucker,” she cries out softly, fully aware of what I am doing to myself. “Make us both—”

We hear a soft knock at the door.

“Ophelia, are you awake?” It’s Alice! “Can I come in?”

“NO!” we both shout.

Twenty-Four

I CAN’T GET NO SATISFACTION, BUT HOW I TRIED

Ophelia

I freeze.

I am half-naked.

I am about to orgasm.

Where’s my underwear?

Jesus, take the wheel!

Twenty-Five

TO BE CONTINUED…

Tucker

This can’t be happening.

I groan against Ophelia’s thigh, trying to get my heart rate under control so I can speak. Talk about getting tugged to the edge and finding there’s no place to fall.

“Alice, just give me a moment. I’m helping Ophelia with something, and I’ll come to the door.”

“Okay. I want to give Ophelia one of my teddy bears, Bronwyn, to keep her company tonight,” Alice shouts through the door.

I smile hard.

I love my big sister so much. Not a mean bone in her body, always thinking of others.

Ophelia clears her throat. “Thank you, Alice. Tucker has just about finished helping me.”

My body shakes with silent laughter.

I regretfully release Ophelia and stand, watching her cover herself up with shaky fingers while I dive for my shirt.

Alice has lousy timing.

Ophelia is looking around frantically.

I may or may not have scooped up Ophelia’s black thongaccidentally,pocketing the black scrap of material she calls underwear. “Follow me to the bathroom,” I whisper. My excuse? I am going to wash it for her.Staap!It is plausible.

Source: www.allfreenovel.com