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So she followed me into my bedroom, shutting the door quietly before sauntering to the wooden headboard. Oh yeah, I’d made this bed in woodshop with my bare hands, carefully hewing the logs, sanding them down, connecting them with special joists, unique hinges that could handle my massive weight, handle both of us if we went at it hard, bouncing up and down. And reading my mind, she shot me a coy smile.
“Did you have us in mind when you made this bed?” she breathed sweetly, flirtatiously, those brown eyes warm, pools of chocolate I could melt into. “Did you think of me?”
My dick popped out full force then, painful against the tight denim.
“Fuck yes,” I ground out hoarsely. “I’ve dreamed of this day baby girl, and I can’t believe it’s finally here.”
Katy’s eyes flashed then, filled with emotion, with longing, with need.
“I know, Jason, I know,” she murmured, coming to stand in front of me, one small hand trailing down my chest before draping softly around my neck. Oh god, it felt so good to be this close to her, I wasn’t sure I’d ever invaded her personal space before, and the heat rolled off that curvy form in waves, making my big body hum in her presence, harden and stiffen with need, my dick brushing against her soft tummy. But before we began, I put both hands on her shoulders, heavy, commanding, and rumbled deep in my chest.
“Baby, I’m dying for you but I have to know,” I started. “What did you do with Brent yesterday?”
Katy gasped immediately, stepping back, eyes wide and shocked.
“Wh-why?” she stammered. “Why do you have to know? It’s private, it’s between me and him. Besides, what good is it going to do?”
I shook my head miserably, body aching but mind whirling.
“Honey, I heard you in the shower yesterday and it was clear you were having a good time. I have to know,” I rasped again. “Because I want to be even better.”
She shook her head vehemently again, boobs bobbling.
“No Jason,” she said, placing her small hand on my chest again. Oh god, it was so tiny and white, and that one touch made my body sizzle, turned me into a caveman. But she continued, undeterred. “You don’t have to be better Jason, there’s no better, there’s only different. You’re two different people, I would never compare you and Brent.”
But I was stubborn.
“Honey,” I ground out, “I know you want to be fair, that you’re not comparing but there’s a masculine part of me that’s always in competition. I have to know what he did to you, I want to do better, I’m gonna make it better for you,” I said fiercely. “Trust me, it’s a competition between alphas, you’d never understand.”
And she shook her head again.
“But this isn’t the wild where males fight each other for the right to mate a woman. I’m here, I’m willing, I want you,” she breathed, leaning in close. “Please, let this go, it’s not good for you, it’s not good for us.”
But I’m a stubborn mofo, so I didn’t give up. Instead I tried to worm information out of her, going at it indirectly.
“Tell me how you started,” I cajoled. “What did you do in the shower?”
And Katy closed her eyes for a moment, in frustration and doubt, shaking her head mutely.
“You think you know what you’re doing,” she admonished softly, her big brown eyes pleading with me. “But it’s not going to help to know. Trust me, it’s going to do no good. But if you have to know, I was shaving my pussy when he came in.”
Blood surged to my groin then because fuck, Katy shaved her pussy? I’d pictured that sweet snatch so many times but never in my wildest dreams did I think that she kept herself bare as a baby, sweet and nubile, those folds soft and creamy.
“What is it Jase?” she asked softly, reading my mind. “You think I don’t do any personal grooming?” she teased lightly.
Dark streaks appeared against my cheekbones, my jaw tight, breathing ragged.
“Baby girl,” I rasped, my eyes hungry on her form. “I’m happy with however you are, hairy, non-hairy, a landing strip, no landing strip, whatever you like is whatever I’ll love. But fuck honey, no hair at all, pink and creamy? Show me,” I rasped, my eyes desperate now, dying to see her.
And with a sweet smile, she brushed her hand against my jaw before trailing a finger against her knee.
“Your wish is my command,” she whispered, and with that, began to inch the denim skirt upwards.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, my heartbeat began to race with every centimeter of creamy thigh that appeared, those ham hocks thick and full, so heavy and filled with juice it took all my self-control not to sink onto my knees right then and cover them with kisses, taste that sweet flesh. And Katy giggled.
