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And I groaned under my breath. Shit, she was right, we’d be done in just a minute seeing that she’d slipped my cock right back into her mouth, tonguing the heavy vein on one side, lightly licking my tip. And my groin rushed with blood as I forced myself to sit rock steady, smiling like nothing was wrong.
“Bora Bora?” I asked as casually as I could manage, feeling the brunette’s soft lips cover my penis head, tonguing softly, parting the soft slit, questing inside my member. And maybe it was the fact that this was so fucking wrong, so fucking illicit, but I blew my load right then. Usually I’m able to hang on for a lot longer, I can do hours of foreplay, prolong the pleasure until I’m good and ready, but with this girl, I’d lost all control. Because my semen shot straight out my dick like a firehose cranked on max, jetting against the back of her throat and I heard a muffled gasp under the table, a slight rasping sound.
But Jonah was now droning on and on about the benefits of the Caribbean, all the animals you could see, the manta rays and multitudes of fish although, like I mentioned before, the boy can’t swim. So his words surrounded my head like a fog because I wasn’t hearing any of it. Fuck no, my body was giving it all up under the table, shooting cum for the second time in hours, jerking and spurting as the little girl drank it all up. And as soon as I was done, those small fingers pinched my dick tip hard once, as a good-bye, squeezing my balls and Ally’s brunette curls reappeared from under the table a moment later.
“Hey, I finished,” she panted lightly, shooting a bright smile at both of us. Holy shit, was that …? Because as I watched, she licked her lips lightly, catching the slight smear of cum at the corner of her mouth, her tongue a sweet, flickering pink, bringing the white in before swallowing it once more. “Sorry it took so long.”
And amazingly, when she opened her palm, there were quite few kernels of corn there, like the brunette really had been picking up under the table.
“Think I got ‘em all,” she said sweetly, “Let me just go throw this away.”
And with that, she lifted herself out from under the table entirely, pulling that plaid skirt down over the curvy form and tripping off to the kitchen in search of the garbage can. I couldn’t help it this time. I gaped as she walked, hips swaying, brown locks bouncing, her body covered inside and out with my cum. Because yeah, I’d drenched her earlier this morning, forcing her to put her clothes back on without a chance to towel off, and now I’d drenched her again, the little girl drinking my hot juice.
And oh fuck, oh fuck, this had all happened with my son by my side, and none the wiser too.
“Yeah, Ally’s something, isn’t she?” he smirked. “She just picked up corn one by one from the floor, kernel by kernel. If that doesn’t make for a good girlfriend, I don’t know what does.”
And I swung on him then, careful to keep my expression neutral.
“Naw, she just dropped some food on the floor and wanted to make sure she was a considerate guest, nothing more,” I said. “Didn’t want the food to stain the carpet.”
And Jonah smirked again.
“Well, I’m thinking about taking her to Bora Bora with me and having her eat corn off me bit by bit,” he said snugly. That made my hackles raise for sure, I could feel the temperature zooming in my chest. But I didn’t get to be CEO by being an ass, losing it at the first provocation, so I just looked at him casually, cutting the turkey with my knife.
“Bora Bora’s great,” I said, “Just make sure you get a visa before you go, I don’t think Americans can just show up anymore.”
And that set Jonah off on another monologue about international politics of which he knew nothing, interspersed with how unfair it was, Americans had to purchase expensive visas so that the host country could fatten their wallets. It might have been true, but it wasn’t a concern of ours, we had more than enough and I certainly didn’t begrudge some poor island country from making money off of tourism.
So I merely nodded, continuing to eat and at that moment, Ally came back in, smoothing her hair.
“Well, that’s done,” she said cheerily, sitting once more and pulling her napkin into her lap. “I’m such a klutz, I hope I don’t spill anything else during this meal.”
My body grew rock hard again because oh shit, there was so much on the table still, green beans, summer squash, it was Thanksgiving and there was a feast. Plenty to spill … and I already knew how my best girl liked to clean it up.
