I've been working on a lot of short stories as well as reading a TON in order to better my style and voice. I hope it's working!
This is your LAST CHANCE to get Forbidden House Guest by Priscilla Hathaway for FREE! It's a hot little read with thigh quenching sex and a little bit of naughty!
As always, here is something fun:
I wrapped my fingers in his curly brown hair. I was on
top of him, skirt hiked up and panties to the side. The lacy fabric was soaked with
my wet juices and his cock was buried in my pussy. My knees were stuck to
the leather seat of his truck, stilettos clipping the center console and Prada
blazer draped over the passenger seat.
My tank top was pulled down around my waist. I was bouncing up and down his shaft, tits bobbing and swaying as my slickness engulfed him. I was moaning with pleasure as he yelled out my name, "Fuck me Ginger! Oh God fuck me baby," he ordered.
His hands pressed against my double D's. He squished them together and sucked on my nipples, flicked his tongue across the little peaks and nibbled them with his teeth. I was close, a tsunami of pleasure was flooding my loins and I started moaning. One more flick of his tongue and I went over the edge; my pussy tightened like a vice on his cock. Sweet nectar dripped from my pinkness and his cock flexed. I felt him tense again and the sudden heat of his cum shot through me in spurts as he shook with release.
Time was short, I couldn't spare another moment because I was already late getting home, "Goodnight Max," I whispered into his ear before kissing his lips.
"Same time tomorrow my sweet," he asked.
"Of course my love," I said as I adjusted my clothes and buttoned my blazer.
I hopped out of his truck, fluffed my hair and straightened my skirt before climbing into my car. I flipped the visor mirror down, applied some lip gloss then took my rings from the cup holder and sunk them back onto my finger.
I rolled down the window and waved goodbye, the two carat rock sparkling in the light. He waved back, gold wedding band gleaming in the evening sun, "Until tomorrow," he said.
I blew him a kiss then sped out of the park to the main road; sex on the sly was the best. I pulled my car into the garage and my husband greeted me at the door, "Hello my sweet you're running late this evening."
"Sorry love," I said as I kissed his lips, "I got caught up in a meeting." He squeezed me tight to him, "So what do you want for dinner tonight Max," I asked.
My tank top was pulled down around my waist. I was bouncing up and down his shaft, tits bobbing and swaying as my slickness engulfed him. I was moaning with pleasure as he yelled out my name, "Fuck me Ginger! Oh God fuck me baby," he ordered.
His hands pressed against my double D's. He squished them together and sucked on my nipples, flicked his tongue across the little peaks and nibbled them with his teeth. I was close, a tsunami of pleasure was flooding my loins and I started moaning. One more flick of his tongue and I went over the edge; my pussy tightened like a vice on his cock. Sweet nectar dripped from my pinkness and his cock flexed. I felt him tense again and the sudden heat of his cum shot through me in spurts as he shook with release.
Time was short, I couldn't spare another moment because I was already late getting home, "Goodnight Max," I whispered into his ear before kissing his lips.
"Same time tomorrow my sweet," he asked.
"Of course my love," I said as I adjusted my clothes and buttoned my blazer.
I hopped out of his truck, fluffed my hair and straightened my skirt before climbing into my car. I flipped the visor mirror down, applied some lip gloss then took my rings from the cup holder and sunk them back onto my finger.
I rolled down the window and waved goodbye, the two carat rock sparkling in the light. He waved back, gold wedding band gleaming in the evening sun, "Until tomorrow," he said.
I blew him a kiss then sped out of the park to the main road; sex on the sly was the best. I pulled my car into the garage and my husband greeted me at the door, "Hello my sweet you're running late this evening."
"Sorry love," I said as I kissed his lips, "I got caught up in a meeting." He squeezed me tight to him, "So what do you want for dinner tonight Max," I asked.
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