‘Goddamn you,’ he says in a low lusty voice, and starts to ferociously pound my pussy.
‘Oh yeeees,’ I hiss
With the sinews of his shoulders straining and his neck and chest red, fucking me hard, he shoots hot cum into me.
‘That was so amazing,’ I pant, gazing up at him.
Pulling out of me, he crouches between my legs and, to my shock, I feel his hot, velvety tongue lapping at my wet folds, his tongue slicing through. His mouth suckling.
‘Oh God! Again?’ I squeak.
‘I’m gonna make your sweet, achy pussy come so hard, you’re won’t be able to breathe,’ he says, and spreads my slit with four fingers of his magic hands. Opening me right to my sphincter he gets engulfed in my heat, my scent, my flesh. Until I go rigid and climax again. When the aftershocks subside, he pulls up to me.
‘Nice basket,’ I whisper hoarsely.
He chuckles. ‘I was working with a grade A, premium pussy. I could spend all day weaving.’
I turn my head to look at him. ‘Do you realize that your thumb is still inside me?’
He grins. ‘Yup. Pussies are where I’m at.’
‘Would you mind terribly taking it out?’ I ask in a mock English accent.
That makes him laugh. ‘Only if I’m going to replace it with my cock.’
‘Holy crap. What are you? A sex addict or something? Have you not had enough?’
‘Are you kidding? I’ve barely started.’
‘Oh, yeah?’ I look down and his cock is already an exclamation mark.
I roll on to my side and crouch next to his body. ‘Do you ever think of anything else but getting laid?’ I ask, wrapping my hands around the base of his cock.
‘Sometimes I think of making baskets,’ he says with a devilish grin.
‘I want to taste you,’ I whisper.
‘I’m not going to argue with that.’
Bending my head, I slowly lick the entire length of his shaft before enveloping the head with my mouth.
He groans. ‘I love to see my cock disappear into your pretty face.’
I look up at him and slowly, very slowly, start swallowing his cock. Inch by inch I let it enter my throat.
‘Oh fuck. That feels amazing,’ he moans.
He holds my head with both hands and starts to fuck my mouth. Pre-cum drips down my throat and flows out from the sides of my mouth.
‘I’m gonna cum,’ he warns.
I grab his hips and suck ever harder. The muscles in his buttocks tense as he starts to lose control, and his rocking becomes faster and more frantic. With his hands gripping my head he fills my mouth with his seed. I look into his eyes and swallow. Then swallow again when he spurts more hot cream into me.
‘Whoa. That was amazing,’ he says, pulling me up to his mouth. We kiss. It is so gentle, my breath stops. The kiss ends and I realize I am now on my back, my hands clasped around his neck. I stare into his gorgeous, gorgeous eyes.
‘What about Tori? Tell me about her,’ he asks.
I don’t want to talk about myself. I don’t want to spoil the moment with lies. ‘I’m actually tired. I think I should go to sleep.’
His expression becomes guarded. ‘Sure, babe, but I’ll be asking that question again.’
I watch him get ready. He comes to the bed and looks down at me. ‘Can we keep this a secret?’ I ask softly.
He touches my hair. ‘I never met a girl who wanted to be my dirty secret,’ he teases gently.
‘I’d rather Britney didn’t find out right now.’
His eyes narrow. ‘Why?’
I nibble at my lower lip. ‘I can’t properly explain it so that it would make sense to you, but we have just found a kind of bond tonight and I think she will feel that I cannot be trusted with all her secrets if she knew we were having sex. Does that make any sense?’
He nods. ‘Sure. My sister is a complicated girl, but how long are you planning on keeping it a secret?’
‘Just until she feels safe. Maybe a few days.’
Chapter Sixteen
Tori
The alarm was set for eight o’clock. I wake up groggy and unrefreshed, and almost immediately smell Cash on my sheets. Wow! It was not a dream. For a few more minutes I hug my pillow and replay last night. Creeping around in the dark, sharing a joint on the roof, coming back to my bed. Heat fills my face as I think about how bold I was. How amazing it was. Could this really be my little life?
After a while, I drag myself out of bed and get into the shower. Dressing in my usual uniform of T-shirt and jeans, I go one floor up and knock on Britney’s door.
‘Go away,’ a sleepy voice scolds.
I open the door and enter her room.
She sits up and, when she sees me, smiles at me. ‘Sorry, I thought you were Jacinda. She’s always trying to clean my room when I am trying to sleep.’