Prone to Malarkey by Carly Keene

Author:Carly Keene [Keene, Carly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-03-15T05:00:00+00:00

SIX

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“My room?” she says, and goes back to kissing me, her tongue silky inside my mouth, her breasts firm against my chest.

It’s more than I could have dreamed earlier, with my brother saying she hated me. I couldn’t match her words to the things her eyes were saying, the things she did. I might be losing my mind right now, but I don’t care. It’s just her, only her, my Jennifer.

We stumble further down the hall, kissing. I fumble with the doorknob and then we’re inside, and the sound of the door closing keeps echoing in my ears. There’s enough light from the streetlamps to show me her face: eyes closed, ardent. I peel off my shirt and send it flying. Her eyes open, and her hands are all over my chest, trailing down to my jeans. “Oh,” she says. There’s wetness shining on her lips, and my desperately aching prick jumps against the zipper. I reach for her again, kissing her mouth while I touch her back, slide my hands down to cup her ass. She says “oh” again on a gasp, and I press her body tighter against me, finding that sweet spot at the apex of her thighs.

This time it’s Jennifer who pulls back just long enough to tug her shirt off. She takes my hand and puts it on her breast, and kisses my neck. My hips jerk against her, involuntarily, at the sight of her in a plain nude bra. I reach back and unclip the hooks, and pull it off a cup at a time. Her breasts are lovely, fuller at the bottom with the taut nipples turned up, just made for my hands. I kiss from her ear down her neck, down her chest to one breast and then the other, making her sigh and clutch my head. Her nipples are warm and tight in my mouth, her skin the tiniest bit salty, and my poor dick has probably got a zipper imprinted on it now.

I reach into my back pocket and pull out my wallet, fish out the condom I’ve got in there. “What—oh,” she says, seeing it in the dim light. “Good.”

“Are ye sure, lass?” I ask. Best not to release the Kraken, if I’ve got to tuck him away.

“I’m sure.”

Her hands are strong and sure on the fastenings of my jeans. I help her ease them and my boxers down, and my cock springs out to my immense relief.

“Holy shit,” she says, “I had no idea you were packing a telephone pole in there.” Her voice is unsteady, but her hands don’t hesitate, stroking my shaft and making me moan.

She’s suddenly on her knees between me and the bed, helping me kick off shoes and clothing. And then her lips are soft on the head of my dick, her hand firm on the shaft, and I’m in heaven. Her mouth is heaven. Hot, wet, the right pressure, it’s so perfect that if I let her do this much longer I won’t get inside her before I blow.

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