Pumpkin Pounder by Laura Lovely

Author:Laura Lovely
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Laura Lovely

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I raise my head to find his eyes waiting to meet mine. They’re so blue it’s almost a shock. “Hey,” he says.

“Hey,” I say. No, I don’t say. I croak. Motherfucker licked the voice right out of me.

He kisses my thighs and works his way back up my body. Every inch of my skin feels turned over, like newly laid earth. When he kisses me, I taste myself on him, sweet as vanilla ice cream.

He rests his chin on my stomach. His eyes are dreamy, his scruff damp. I want to say something, but all I can do is keep trying to breathe. I have the impulse to take care of him, to reach for the hard dick touching my leg, but I’m jello. I open my mouth, then close it. I want to gush about how great that was, but I don’t want to freak him out. I want to say thank you, or pray, or cry, or all three. But I don’t. Instead I’m a big dork and give him a high-five. Thankfully, he returns it with enthusiasm.

“You know what this means?” he whispers.

Oh god. Does it mean something? It feels like it might mean something, but I sure don’t want to talk about it. I’m a little afraid of what he’ll say next, but I have to find out. “What does it mean?”

The Irishman pumps his arms over his head. “Ireland: one. America: zero,” he says in a stadium announcer voice.

It’s so ridiculous, I crack up. “Is this The World Cup?”

He looks indignant, like I’ve insulted the depth of his loyalty to his home team. “Fecking right, it’s The World Cup.” He shifts upright and swiftly pulls my legs around his waist. “And I’m winning.” He smacks the side of my ass, clearly the victor.

I sit up too, not about to go down without a fight. “Guess I better catch up.” I wrestle him down so he’s underneath me. He grows harder as I straddle him. “Lie back and watch how it’s done.”

I tug off his underwear. With a grin, he crosses his arms behind his head and lets me have at it. I run my hands all over his biceps, his chest, and down his stomach. His skin is so smooth. I curl my fingers in the light dusting of fine, orange hairs that track across his pecs and down his belly. His chest hair is lighter than the hair on his head, more a deep orange than deep red. It blends in with the freckles, those blessed freckles that cover most of his body, in varying degrees of density. The freckles give him an air of innocence, even while he’s smiling devilishly at me, enjoying me perving out on his body. Without a doubt, he is the hottest guy I’ve ever pulled. I’m both turned on by that fact and a little intimidated. Time to prove that I’m up for the challenge.

I creep down his body until I’m face to face with the holy grail of ginger dick.

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