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“Fuck baby,” I groaned, reaching a finger down to dip between her ass cheeks, sampling the ambrosia. Oh shit, Laurie was warm and sweaty between those creamy orbs, and I held my hand up to my nose, sniffing her butt sweat before licking my finger. “Fuck baby, you taste good.”
And giggling, she wiggled her ass a little, spreading her legs wider, shifting her hips while beckoning to me with half-lidded eyes. My depraved ways didn’t freak her out, had never turned her off, fuck, this was the girl for me for sure.
“Come and get it then,” she purred. “Come sample my kitty.”
And I was all over it like a dog in heat. That night, I trashed her cunt once more, running my dick in and out with no mercy, shredding those sweet vaginal walls before plundering her rectum, forcing my pole up her tiny anus.
“Ohhhh fuck,” I groaned, holding her tight as my penis let loose, spurts of cream running up her anal canal, showering her insides with my virile white. “Fuuuuuck,” I ground out again.
And it was good for the brunette too, she screamed before biting deep into my shoulder, her teeth leaving a half-moon imprint, her ass clamping and clenching around my cock, milking my balls until they were drained dry.
“Ohhh Tucker,” she moaned, her head lolling on her neck, big tits pressed into my chest. “Ohhh.”
That’s how it is every day. I love hearing my name on Laurie’s lips when she comes, it binds her deeper to me, makes my dick jump harder, spurt more, giving up everything to my beautiful brunette, body, mind, and soul. Because in a few short months, that’s what’s happened. This woman owns me, I jump whenever she beckons, I do whatever she wants, hurt when she hurts, and fuck, but I’m a goner. Tucker McGrath is completely under the spell of Laurie Holmes, and it feels absolutely right.
17
Laurie
Iwas with Tanya at lunch during work, sitting at a café around the corner from our building. The café was nondescript, filled with people like us, government employees escaping from their cubes for a quick meal in the New York sunshine, light sparkling off the sidewalks, cars speeding by spewing us with fumes as we ate our pasta.
But still, a sunny, relatively warm day is rare for New York City in the fall and it seemed like everyone was here this afternoon, eager to get out of the fluorescent lighting and drab work setting. So Tanya chewed slowly, trying to avoid going back to work for as long as possible.
“We still haven’t gone up to the Bronx to check out our signs,” she reminded me, fixing me with a look. “We’re flaking on our jobs. Maybe Saunders will fire me then,” she rubbed her hands gleefully.
I laughed.
“Tan, I know, I know,” I said ruefully. “I keep meaning to but things keep coming up.”
“But what?” asked my co-worker, rolling her eyes. “Come on, you can come to my place afterwards for some wine and dinner. What could be better than red, red wine?”
I just laughed because how to explain? I had different priorities now and that included getting home and eating dinner with my man. Tucker and I usually ordered delicious take-out before retiring upstairs with a bottle of wine, lounging in the big bed. And of course, if Tucker and I are around each other for even an hour, it means there’s going to be sexy times, some dick in cunt or dick in ass, or both.
But I could hardly scandalize my co-worker, so I just hedged.
“It’s my divorce,” I lied, biting my lip before looking straight her in the eye. I hated lying and was bad at it, but it was just easier this way. “You know, papers and stuff.”
Tanya exhaled loudly, blowing her frizzy bangs off her forehead, her hair like a poodle’s crown.
“Paperwork, schmaker-work,” she said with a wry smile. “Seriously girl, I’ve been divorced twice and yours is taking longer than both of mine put together.”
I giggled espite myself.
“But Tan, you’re only twenty-five! How could that happen?”
My friend just winked.
“I move fast, girlfriend. You gotta learn from me. Did you talk to your lawyer?”
I shook my head.
“No. I’ll have to ask them what’s going on. Oh and wait. Maybe we should we get back,” I said, glancing at my watch quickly, trying to change the subject. “Oh shit, it’s almost one thirty, we better jet.”
With that, we reached for our credit cards to split the bill. Without thinking my fingers slipped to my wallet where all my cards were, my driver’s license, health insurance, gym membership jumbled together and unthinkingly I pulled out Tucker’s card and dropped it on the table.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, the metal caught the afternoon light, glinting in our eyes, and immediately Tanya was on it, snatching the rectangle and looking at it closely.
“What is this?” she asked curiously. “This isn’t yours, is it? I see it belongs to a ‘Tucker McGrath.’”
