Lunchtime Chronicles: Whipped by London S. & Chronicles Lunchtime & London Siera

Author:London, S. & Chronicles, Lunchtime & London, Siera
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: interracial romance military hero, small town romance, romance short stories
Publisher: Juno Waves Publishing
Published: 2019-10-28T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIX

Fuck the shirt.

In sixty seconds flat, Truxton stripped off his button down. He even wiped the sweat from his forehead before tossing the garment in the corner. The shoes and shorts followed next. At the sight of his thick cut cock, Ty smiled, sinking her teeth into that bottom lip again. Obvious appreciation shone in her lustful gaze. Never had he been more thankful that he rolled commando. Boxers he reserved for church and visits to his parents’ house. No self-respecting man showed up at his mom’s house sporting a free willy.

He drank in his woman, anticipating how good she’d taste on his tongue. Shit, his mouth watered just thinking about where he’d suck. “I can’t wait to suck your clit between my teeth and drink you dry,” he growled.

“Sure your tongue isn’t rusty,” she lifted a brow, “from disuse.”

He reared back, insulted. “Hell no. I taste test everything in my restaurant. Trust, my tongue game is strong.”

Uncurling his hand, he reached for Ty, who still had on entirely too much fabric for what he had in mind, but she did a semi-crab walk up the couch. That wonder leg of hers moving just as fluid as the other. He caught her ankle.

“Here pussy, pussy.” Using his thumb he made languid circles up her leg skimming the hem of her shorts before sliding his fingers along her inner thigh. Her skin was damp; the heat from her moist slit warmed his fingertips. A soft gasp escaped Ty’s luscious mouth, a sign she wanted him as desperately as he needed her. He motioned for her to come closer.

“Hold on, soldier, she breathed, voice raspy. “Mr. Johnson,” she tilted her head in the direction of his shaft, “needs his coat.”

Truxton regarded Ty with narrowed eyes. A barrage of emotions, mostly irrational slammed into him. Why the fuck would he need a condom?

“No other man has been inside this tight pussy,” he began, “and things are straight between—“

Ty interrupted. “Yes and yes, but no.”

“I’m clean.” He wanted them fully naked, laid bare, nothing left unsaid between them.

“So is my ass, but I ain’t serving your food on it.”

“I’d eat it.” He grinned.

“You’d better.” Her gaze bore into his as if she had uncovered a connection he hadn’t made. “Call me selfish; but I don’t want to share you for the next one, or three years.”

Yeah, his mouth gaped open in shock. Would this beautiful wounded creature ever stop amazing him?

Truxton released a shout of triumph. “You get eighteen months, then I’m dropping buns in your oven like basket balls in a free throw contest.”

“Whew, but yes,” she laughed. “I want a house full of moody ass kids who’ll be as tenacious as their father.”

“The first year starts now,” he growled.

“Whatever you say, baby,” she crooned.

She didn’t move fast enough. The tease, the interplay of take and give could start once he entered her. Now, he wanted to see skin. Hooking two fingers in her shorts, he tugged them and her panties down. Effortlessly, he lifted her, pulled the material free and laid her back against the couch.

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