Redwood- Apocalypse Royalty by S Jackson Rivera

Author:S Jackson Rivera [Rivera, S Jackson]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-01-29T16:00:00+00:00

Lu

She was right when she said she didn’t live far. We walked around the block and up a flight of stairs. Once inside her apartment, she closed the door, pushed me into the living room, and started peeling out of her clothes. So much for being shy.

I sat down on her couch and tried to enjoy the show, but my head was in a bit of a haze, not completely induced by the alcohol. I just couldn’t get over the idea that I wished it was someone else working so hard to get my attention.

“Do you have anything to drink?” I hoped a little more would help me forget about my complicated fantasy girl and settle for this one.

She seemed to shrink with disappointment—and impatience—but tried to saunter seductively in her nude skin to the kitchen, flashing me come-hither glances along the way. I couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong with me. Why I wasn’t all over that. Why wasn’t I even remotely excited about the kind of night this girl obviously had in mind?

I wasn’t stupid. I knew the answer to that and it only pissed me off. Resentment started gnawing its way into my thoughts.

She pulled a bottle of Royal Crown from the cupboard, not my favorite, but I was desperate for any help at that point. She handed me a glass, sat her naked ass down beside me, and started trying to kiss me, but each time she came in, I’d take another sip, avoiding getting started on what I knew I’d come for. I really wanted what I’d come for. But I couldn’t get my head wrapped around wanting it with El Something.

She finally grabbed the glass from my hand and set it down on the coffee table.

“No more beating around the bush,” she said. “How about I get it started?” She slid off the couch and onto her knees, worked herself between my legs, and started unzipping my pants. I let her, though I usually wasn’t a fan of what she had in mind.

I may have mentioned it before, but I don’t really care for blow jobs. Picture me at full mast. Yeah, I’ve never met a mouth big enough to accommodate me without a lot of teeth getting in the way. I wasn’t at full mast, though, so I even helped her get my jeans down past my hips before she started paying homage to the redwood, through my boxer briefs.

I leaned my head back against the couch and tried to relax enough to enjoy how warm her breath felt through the fabric as she nuzzled me with her nose, kissing, and licking my semi. But the legend refused to show her his splendor. She eventually started glancing up at me every now and then, and I think she’d started to doubt whatever the guys had told her.

It wasn’t their fault. Or hers.

There was only one person to blame for this.

El Something slid her fingers into the waistband of my boxers and tugged, ready for some full-on contact, but at that point, I didn’t think even that was going to help.

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