Family Ties
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- Автор: Nick Scipio
- Жанр: Легкое чтение, Любовные романы, Современные любовные романы
“Not that I’m complaining, but you’re a real sex kitten this morning.”
“Well, let’s see… First, I had a wonderful time with my boyfriend last
night. Second, I woke up this morning to a repeat performance. And third, I’m hoping for an encore.”
“And I thought I’d have to talk you into it,” I said with a laugh.
She grinned and shook her head.
“Beside,” she added, almost as if she’d read my mind, “I have to convince you I’m not such a goody-goody.”
“So Wren was right? About you?”
“That depends,” she said slyly.
“That you’re a total nympho in bed.”
“I still don’t like that word, but…”
“Maybe,” she allowed. “But I like sex kitten better.”
“Fine by me. Sex kitten it is.”
“Do you always talk this much during… you know?”
“Yeah, I do.” I laughed and almost made the mistake of telling her how much it bugged Wren. I asked instead, “Does it bother you?”
“Not really. I don’t have to wonder what you’re thinking.
“Better that way. Fewer misunderstandings.”
“So, Miss Sex Kitten… what’re your plans here?” The little head started cheering for her to suck me off. “I mean, where would you like load number two?”
“Uh-uh. I asked you first.”
I blinked in surprise.
“What did he say?” Christy asked with a grin.
“Sometimes. It’s cute, though. So, what did he say?”
“That I should relax and enjoy myself.”
“I’m really starting to like him.”
“Of course. You would. He wants the same thing you do.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing.
“You’re so… thoughtful… sometimes.” She looked between us at where her hands gripped my hard-on. “At the weirdest times, too. Wren’s right, you’re a philosopher.”
I shrugged. What else could I do?
“I guess so. Remind me which one you are.”
“Mmm hmm. The cloudy side. But not in a bad way. Just… more complicated. More interesting, I think.”
“So…,” I said before the conversation could turn philosophical for real.
She grinned. “I’d love it.”
I climbed up and straddled her chest. My cock came to rest between her breasts, which had flattened from their slight weight but were still firm little mounds. Her brown nipples were puckered and very hard. She smiled up at me and returned her hands to my shaft.
She started stroking with the twist, and jolts of pleasure shot through me.
“I’m close,” I said after a few minutes.
