Cocktales by K.S. Adkins

Author:K.S. Adkins [Adkins, K.S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Indie
Published: 2019-07-16T23:00:00+00:00

When I reached out to return the favor, Pablo Jones sat me up, slid the strap from my shoulder and spent five solid minutes licking my collar bone and neck. A proper puddle of hormones, I closed my eyes and listened as he sang to me. Of course he had a beautiful voice. The melody turned into a hum and when he found my nipple, the man got down to business.

“Will you undress me, Dahlia?”

Sliding his shirt off, I fling it away, then unbutton his pants. Freeing his cock, I zone in on it praising, “You've been blessed.” And he was. The man was hard, veiny, thick and fat at the tip.

Mama want.

“And you, Dahlia,” he says cupping my tits. “You flow over my palms.”

Code for: your knockers are enormous.

Working his cock, he rolls my nipples and when I dipped my head down he stopped me to say, “Tonight, I please you.”

Pulling me to the edge of the bed, he hooks my legs over his forearms and slides in easily.

Full, so fucking full, I watch Pablo Jones work his hips as he pistons in and out of me.

“Yes, baby, yes,” I cry out in utter bliss.

“Am I pleasing you?”

“Yes!” I pant, scratching at his forearms. “You can please me harder too.”

“Your wish,” he says thrusting upward. “Is my command.”

And command me he did. Sideways, from behind, and even while I gripped my ankles.

(His request not mine)

Refusing to come, Pablo Jones carries me to the balcony, bending me over a rail and plunges into me so deep, my feet came off the ground. “Pull my hair,” I beg and when he does it, he triggers another orgasm. “Is my Dahlia getting fucked?”

Sweeping his ankle, we crash together onto the concrete where I pin his hands above his head, position myself right above my target landing perfectly on his bullseye. “Pablo Jones is getting fucked, no?” he grunts absorbing my bounces.

“Pablo Jones is going to come so hard he won't piss straight for a week.”

“I piss sitting down anyway,” he says breaking my wrist hold to grip my hips and set the pace.

“Guys really do that?” I ask clamping down.

“Dahlia!” he roars in ecstasy. “Do that again!”

“This?”

“Your el cono, it is magic!” he exclaims and I didn't correct him because it kinda was.

“Abracadabra, baby!” I shout giving him the be all end all pussy clamp.

Bucking his hips, Pablo Jones came so hard he cried.

And it had to be said that his tears were as beautiful as he was.

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