tstand glowed 12:15

e I was supposed to be building. But my mind was a whirlwind of filthy cravings, replaying the pool party blowjo

yself, my pussy throbbed with unmet ne

but I know how gentle he'd be, how h

d give me wha

it anymore. Fuck the guilt; I need

e nightgown, naked underneath with the thin fab

nder if Alex would buy it if he woke up and read my text to him. But I couldn't care about t

e gown, while my thighs rubbed together, slick with arousal. Every turn felt like I'd run into a servant, every closed door felt like it would open

side his room, my pussy w

d advice on weddin

tant: "Door's unl

bachelor's wet dream: leather couch, big-screen TV, scattered beer bottles

k top, his muscular arms flexed as he poured two gla

oss his lips. "Wedding advice, huh? At midnight and dressed in that

k with tension, and I could alr

it. I sat beside him on the couch, our thighs br

sending a spark straight to my core. The whiskey burned going down, s

s, his eyes never leaving mine. "To family sec

l at first, then inching higher, hi

lose, his breath hot against my neck, carrying t

s is aching for me. Admit it." I shivered, my nippl

rayed me, parting my legs slightly as

oaked. "No panties? You naughty, naughty girl." His middle finger dipped in

sensation electric-rough and insistent

, the leather cool against my heated skin. He hiked my gown up ove

yes hungry as he spread my thighs wide

my holes on full display. He dove in like a man starved,

delving deep into my entrance, tasting my essen

a delicious burn that made me squirm. "Oh God, Ben," I m

th the flat of his tongue, rapid and relentless,

cating. But he didn't stop there-his hand slid lower, a fi

pushed in slowly, the intrusion burning at first, then blooming into ecstasy as he

ussy against his face, coating h

scene, echoing off the walls, m

reaking, filthy things spilling from my lips like a dam burst. "Eat

he dual sensation was overwhelming-my pussy clenching, my asshole gripping his fingers, building

he pleasure. Ben's free hand reached up, yanking the buttons down to

nst my clit, vibrations sending me higher. I s

juices onto his tongue, asshole

k ye

g, breathless, but he didn't stop until I

and, his face slick with my release. His sweatpan

ed, the head angry red and leaking pre-cum. I licked my lips, still buzzing f

ct tits, Heather. Squee

channel. He spat on my cleavage, the warm glob mixing with my sweat,

alls dragging over my ribs with each pump. "Look at that-y

ery stroke, brushing my chin. He slapped his dick against my n

ck-" He did, alternating thrusts with slaps-left nipple, righ

ing down my thighs. Ben's breaths came ragged,

your mouth-stick out your tongue." I did, eager,

ther on my forehead, dripping into my hair. He aimed lower, c

y chin. I did, savoring his essence, feeling it dry sticky on my

ood on you," he

juices and whiskey. But as the high faded, g

still glistening on

k to the cal

I slipped out, I hissed at h

as I picked my way