Tiny Dancer(Divine Creek Ranch 13)(85)

“Are you leaving your clothes on, Quinten? Or are you going to show me what’s growing behind that zipper?”

Her eyes twinkled as she watched him undo the button on his cargo shorts, the only thing he’d worn, since he’d gone commando, and then dropped them on the deck. He slipped off his flip-flops and stepped from his shorts, his cock jutting out hungrily as she closed the distance between them with leisurely steps.

His dick bobbed with lust as she licked her lips and hummed softly in appreciation. He felt it swell and get even harder for her. Her hips swayed with each step of her delicate little feet, her posture perfect and proud, showing off her breasts to great advantage.

As she came closer, he could see that her inner thighs were already damp from her wet pussy. He couldn’t wait to slide his fingers through her silky lips before thrusting deep inside her. For now, she needed sunscreen on her so she didn’t burn. In Texas, even in late autumn, it was folly for someone with her fair skin to ignore the risk of sunburn.

“Baby, are you wet for me?”

He felt around for the sunscreen blindly, not taking his eyes from her. She suddenly reached out to him as he lost his balance.

“Quinten!”



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Ben chuckled as he sat on the edge of her desk at The Twisted Bull, listening to her story about their morning out on the fishing pier. “So you weren’t the only one who got wet?”

“Nope. I couldn’t reach him in time.” Camilla stroked Quinten’s shoulder as she perched in his lap, aware of the once-again thick cock beneath her ass. She giggled, thinking him very good-natured, and kissed his temple as he rubbed her back with his warm hand.

“Did you jump in after him?”

Laughter burst from her. “Yes, not thinking that it’s November. That water was cold, for crying out loud!”

Quinten nodded, looking very pleased with himself. “So I had to do the gentlemanly thing and warm her up.”

The ambience of the room underwent a noticeable change as, in a voice heavy with both lust and affection, Ben asked, “Did he take good care of you, sugar? Your cheeks are still rosy. You must’ve come hard for him.”

Camilla noticed that the bulge at Ben’s groin had thickened deliciously. Her pussy responded with a rush of need, her lips swelling with arousal. “He did, and…I did.”

Ben’s eyes glittered, and he shifted a little uncomfortably on the desk, giving his growing cock more room. “I’m gonna regret asking this, since we have a meeting to get to, but you want to tell me about it?”

Camilla nodded slowly and kissed Quinten when he turned his loving gaze on her. “After we dried off, he put sunscreen on me. I climbed in his lap to help him get warm, and he slid his big cock in my pussy.” She turned her gaze to Ben, knowing there were workmen just outside the closed, locked office door. “But I was feeling very naughty, and I got on my hands and knees.” Quinten shuddered against her, evidently reliving the pleasant memory. “And he rubbed my clit until I came and then fucked me good and hard.” Quinten groaned and kissed her cleavage, which was within easy reach with her on his lap.

Ben’s intense, lust-filled eyes communicated his need to her, and she licked her lips. “I want to suck your cock, Ben. Can I?”

He showed a trace of surprise, appeared to listen closely to the activity outside the office for a few seconds, and then nodded slowly. “Quinten, keep her on your lap and roll the chair closer so she can reach me.”

Camilla’s pussy quivered as she hoped they intended to give her another variation on the ménage. Ben unbuckled his belt and unzipped his Wranglers for her. She squealed softly when she realized that he’d gone commando, too, as he lifted his big, thick erection for her. He eased his jeans down just a bit so she’d have unfettered access, and she started with his balls, licking him and enjoying the sound of his sudden indrawn breath.

“Fuck, that’s so good.”

She suckled gently at his sensitive flesh and was vaguely aware of them whispering to each other for a moment. Next, she felt Quinten fumbling with the button and zipper fly of her Wranglers. He wrapped a forearm around her waist and eased her jeans and panties down to her knees.

Her pussy clenched as she perched on his knees while he did the same for himself, freeing his shaft. She focused on licking up the length of Ben’s cock and sucking the head into her mouth, content for him to do with her what he wanted. Ben stroked the back of her head.

“Sugar, that feels so damned good. Are you going to suck it until I come?”

Her pussy quivered with anticipation, and she drew out a soft, happy affirming sound as she stroked his balls. An excited gasp escaped her as Quinten gripped her hips and guided his knees between hers and drew her back onto his erection.