But I wasn’t done yet. As I fucked her, boob in mouth, dick in twat, I had one more trick up my sleeve. Reaching underneath, I shoved a finger into her asshole, a deep, musky scent immediately enveloping us, her fragrant femininity so arousing, so heavy.
“AHHHHHHH!” Evie twisted involuntarily, writhing with ecstasy. And the girl was so sensitive that this added connection drove her over the edge. Her anus contracted around my finger as her twat clamped onto my dick, the girl coming like a volcano, molten lava spilling from her hole to bathe my cock in sweet pussy cream. “AHHHH!” she screamed again, blowing out my eardrums with her ecstasy.
And I couldn’t hold on any longer either. The feel of her anus clenching, her pussy milking me like mad forced me to give it up, and I shot ream after ream of hot sperm into her, spraying her with my virile white, my semen the stuff of life. I growled roughly, almost biting her nipple as I jerked again and again, my body out of control, lost in the sweetness that was Evie.
And after it was over, I was careful, taking my time. Slowly, I pulled my dick out, soaking up the sight of hot meat exiting her pussy lips, my pole glistening with our combined cream, drenched in a mix of cunt juice and sperm. But I kept my finger in because I had a surprise. Reaching under the pillow, I pulled out a raw carrot.
Evie looked at it languorously.
“What’s that for?” she asked, breasts still heaving, flanks shiny with a sheen of sweat.
I didn’t bother to reply.
“Turn around baby girl, but careful, keep my finger in your ass.”
And I don’t know how it happened, but the girl spun slowly, moving her legs one after the other, her torso twisting sinuously until she was poised on her hands and knees, my finger still jammed in her anus.
“See baby?” I ground out. “You didn’t fight me on that one and I’m gonna reward you as a result,” I ground out. “You’ll learn, baby girl, don’t fight because surrender is sweet.”
The brunette shifted slightly to shoot me a sultry glance over her shoulder.
“Is that right?” she murmured. “And what is this ‘reward,’ Mr. Phillips?”
I just growled, slowly pulling out my finger. Fuck, it smelled so good, tasted so good as I licked it, sucked the digit, Evie’s eyes going wide as watched me.
“Fuck yeah,” I ground out. “Baby girl, every part of you tastes good. But I’m gonna serve up a side helping of carrots now.” And with that I took the raw vegetable in hand. I’d scrubbed this one especially well, practically scouring the skin off so that it was bright orange, fresh and stiff. And slowly, oh so slowly, I began pushing the carrot into her anus.
“Ohhhh!” the brunette squealed, reflexively pulling away at first, her pucker clenching in protest.
But I held her down firmly, refusing to let her budge.
“It’s cold, I know baby, I had it in the fridge before you came over. Consider it part of the experience,” I ground out, eyes blazing, watching as I worked the carrot in, the orange disappearing slowly between her ass cheeks. “Think of what’s going on. Your anal hole is getting fucked … by a vegetable.”
And the brunette moaned again, eyes closed, lashes half moons on her cheeks as her face scrunched in concentration, every iota of her being focused on her sweet pucker.
“Ohhhhh fuck,” she moaned gutturally. “Oh god, I’m so fucked.”
And I chuckled then. I wasn’t up for Cook of the Year … but maybe I could win for Most Inventive in the Kitchen.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Evie
I dialed Mindy on my phone, lying on my stomach in bed. The past week had been crazy and I could hardly believe it. I’d been Mr. Phillips’ fuck slut, doing him every which way, letting him do whatever he wanted to me. But it was more than that too. I’d said “I love you” in a moment of passion and although my lover hadn’t said it back, I could tell he felt it.
But Mindy’s voice interrupted my thoughts.
“Bitch is that you?” she chirped on the other end of the line.
I laughed, my line of thought dissipating like mist on a sunny day.
“Yeah girl, it’s me,” I said. “So sorry I’ve been out of touch. Things have gotten crazy,” I admitted. The thing is they were crazy and complicated on the outside, but I felt totally at peace internally. Things were so good with Mr. Phillips that I felt happy and comfortable. After all, I’d lost my virginity to the most gorgeous, amazing man I knew, and we had a real connection too.
But Mindy didn’t know any of this.
“Where’ve you been?” she chirped again. “Bitch it’s been three days and you know we don’t go three hours without texting.”