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“Thanks, cousin. It’s been a while since we’ve taken trash out. If you can believe it. Go back to your lady and we’ll finish up here. Over there are some extra clothes to change into.” Leo pulls me close with one hand and slaps my back with the other in a man hug. He gestures to the blood on my Armani slacks and now blood-soaked button down. I love my cousins but we don’t see much of each other. Because of the business they’re in.
“Thanks. We’ve got to get together soon as a family. It’s been too long.” I talk into his ear and we release each other, our hands still clasped and he nods.
“Soon cous. Soon.”
“Christmas? I’ll tell Mom. She’ll be so happy.” I throw that out there not expecting him to agree.
Leo gazes at each of his brothers and they each give a dip of their chins. “Sure, we’ll talk about it later but it’s a deal. Christmas.”
I’m shocked they agreed, now I have to make sure Mom will still be here.
He’s been gone all day. Must have left early before I got up. Auntie Angelina left last night. I think she was mad about the two of us, she never said anything to me about it though. I’m scared. But not being here alone. I’m scared of what might become with the two of us. Griffin and me. Will he toss me aside when my time with him is done? I don’t want my heart to become more involved than it is. I mean, fall in love with him. I’m in lust. That’s it. He’s helped work me through my trauma. No matter what he’s a stuck up ass. He knows he’s sexy as hell and all women, no matter whether teenager, mother-to-be or old grandmother fall all over his sexy good looks and smooth words. I have.
I’m hungry I decide. Haven’t eaten since morning and my growling stomach urges me to feed it like the wild animal it sounds like.
Going to the kitchen I root around in the fridge pulling out turkey, bread and other stuff for a big sandwich. I slice off breast, add a little stuffing, some cheese and mayo. I’m good now. I take my plate with me and go into the living room setting the plate on the coffee table. Shit. Forgot something to drink.
I go back into the kitchen and back into the refrigerator and study the different choices of beverages. Soda sounds good so I pick a Coke and go back to the living room. A couple bites later I’m moaning at how good it tastes when the front door opens and wind blows in, leaves and debris sweeps inside. I gasp, swallowing some of soda down the wrong pipe, bend over, choking and wheezing and heaving, my lungs trying to remove the liquid.
A hard hand slaps my back a couple times, my eyes trying to look behind me to see who it is.
“Are you better?” Griffin asks, his head by the back of my ear, even with my choking a sizzle of desire flows down my spine at his deep intoxicating voice. His voice is like a fine wine, smooth and bold with an undercurrent of aphrodisiac undertones.
I cough a few more times, gag once more, embarrassed by how my body is reacting. I shouldn’t but this man is around the sexiest and most desirable. And then there’s me. A most unsexy women. One who wears dresses to my knees, blouses to my neck, and glasses.
“Better, thanks.” I gulp, clearing my throat embarrassing loud one last time, one hand to my chest, I’d be grasping my pearls if I was wearing any.
I gaze up at him, he’s dressed as I’ve never seen him in gray sweat pants, hanging low and a matching sweat shirt. I mean it’s disgusting that no matter what he’s wearing he gets even more desirable.
He reaches out and tucks a bit of hair behind my ear as if he can see my face better. As if checking to make sure I’m okay. He stares into my face, the intensity of his gaze makes me warm all over. And getting hotter by the second. I’m going to incinerate any second if I don’t…I reach up and grab his cheeks, the sound of the scraping of my palms against his scruff has me leaning up on my knees and mashing my lips against his. He’s not one to miss an opportunity, his hand grasps my hair at the back of my head, tilting my head so he can get a better sweep inside of my mouth with his tongue.
I move my body so I can throw my leg over his lap and rub my lower body against him. I need more. Much more.
I can’t believe she’s throwing herself at me. Well, maybe I can. I’m going to fuck all of her sexy, uptight librarianesque resistance out of her. I’m going to make sure this hidden wanton before me becomes the strong woman I know she can be. I’m going to take full advantage of her offer now.
I pick her up and set her down on the sofa, standing and reach behind me and grab ahold of my shirt, pulling it over my head. I drop it onto the floor and bending over grab Katrina, pulling her close. Just in case my mother shows up early I grab her up into my arms and carry her up the stairs to my room.
Opening my arms she drops onto my bed, spread out as a decadent dessert. One I will repast of with great relish. I haven’t been able to stop thinking of her sweet cunt, a treat of indulgence I want again. And again. And again. I can never get enough of her. Never.
“You need to get those clothes off. Now.”
She doesn’t move to take her clothes off instead rolls over onto her side, her palm holds the side of her head. She bites her bottom lip, I guess trying to look sexy. Cute she’s trying to be sexy for me.
“Last chance. If you don’t I will. You won’t like it if I do it.”
Katrina sits up, takes the bottom of her shirt in both hands pulling it over her head leaving her in only her demi bra and her jeans. Her tits are perfectly sized for me. In fact, mouth wateringly sized.
She cocks her head to the side and motions with her pointer finger for me to come to her. I smirk that she’s trying to take the initiative to seduce me. Let’s see how far she goes with this. I walk forward until I’m up against the bed in front of her. She moves her body forward until she’s on her knees and sits back slightly. Her hands reach out and grabs the waist of the sweat pants I’m wearing, yanking them down and my cock springs out ready for some action. She takes my dick in her hands, running them up and down, I groan at her soft touches.
Katrina leans forward, her mouth hovers over me, one side of her mouth lifts in a smirk. She’s taking her new found slut and running with it. I like it. She keeps lowering her head and she licks the mushroom head of my dick, taking the head in her mouth sucking and sliding her tongue along the slit licking at the precum.
She lowers her head taking more of me into her mouth, she’s not ready yet to take me to her throat, some day soon she will.
I can’t believe I’m so bold now. I want him so much I can’t stand it. I love his taste. I crave it. Does that make me a slut now? I don’t care. He’s shown me sex doesn’t have to be painful or scary, it is fun and exciting. The orgasms. I love them. I can understand how people can become sex addicts.
Trying to take him as far back as I can I start gagging. I have a very strong gag reflex, it doesn’t take much for me to want to throw up. I’m going to work on that, I hear men like it when women deep throat them.
I take his balls in one hand, rubbing my fingers over them wanting them in my mouth soon and hold the base of his cock with the other as I bob my head on him. His groan makes warmth flood through my body like a rushing stream, the flow heads to my pussy and makes me wetter than I have ever been including my panties and jeans must have a wet spot. I take him as deep as I can over and over trying to go deeper and deeper. The head hits the back of my throat and I gag trying not to throw up pulling back again.
