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grabbed a hand full, toying with the chain dangling between her cleavage. “I don’t
know if I can make it through dinner.”
Mason’s jaw dropped when he looked across the table. ”I’ve never seen anything
sexier.”
Marcy grinned, eying the open space down the middle of the long table and
thinking to herself that she sure could make dinner an unforgettable activity. If she had
permission, she’d climb on the dinette and let them feast on her body.
“Thank you, Mason, sir,” she said, smiling.
Cort sat next to her and reached under the table. A moment later, he set a gift bag in
front of her. “Open it.”
Kemper stood, as if he were going to the pantry. Marcy peered in the bag and when
she saw the small toy in the foil packaging, laughed.
“Something funny, sub?” Landon asked, placing his fork next to his dinner plate.
“Tell me you don’t plan to make me use this during dinner.”
Kemper grabbed the oblong box and ripped the end open with a kitchen knife. He
pulled out a few batteries from his pocket, inserted them in the end, and then hit the
button. All the men focused on the slight jerking of the penis-shaped end.
“Why Marcy, I think that’s an excellent idea,” Kemper said, taking her hand.
“Follow me and we’ll get you all fixed up.”
Like a woman born for this role, she placed her fingers in his splayed hand and
allowed him to lead her to the laundry room. Once there, he lifted her to the counter
and gently forced her legs apart. Smoothing his palms up and down her inner thighs, he
grunted once.
“Damn, my control is all to hell whenever we’re together.”
She tilted her head from side to side. “Then what do you say we do something
about that, hmm?”
He chuckled. “Can’t do it, baby. They’d kill me for sure.”
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Marcy smacked her lips. “Then why don’t you let me get a taste of what I have to
look forward to after dinner.”
Kemper ran his hand across the swell of a very visible erection.
“I’ll make it worth your while.”
“I’m sure you would, subbie.”
“It’s just me and you. No one has to know.”
“They’ll know. They probably suspect already. It doesn’t take but a minute to put
this little gadget in a nice warm place.”
Marcy spread her legs wider and moved the crotch of her outfit to the side. “Then
do your job, sir.” She tilted her head toward the vibrator. “By the looks of things, you’re
the one missing out here. Not me.”
“Fuck,” Kemper muttered, unhooking his belt and loosening his jeans. When he
reached inside his briefs and started stroking, Marcy moaned, drifting away from her
perched position and taking his shorts and denim to the floor. She nuzzled his cock and
grabbed his ass, pressing her lips against the taut mushroom head. “That’s it, Kemper.
Let’s have some fun together. Dinner can’t possibly taste this good.”
Kemper’s cock was huge, quite possibly too big for sucking but Marcy made an art
out of stuffing him in her mouth. She licked the shaft up and down, whipped her
tongue around the crest and sucked as much as she could take. Even when the head
tapped her throat, he still hadn’t fully penetrated her.
She mumbled against his dick, savoring his salty taste. She rubbed the small slit
with her tongue, massaging the little opening in a circular fashion. He pulled at the
chain attached to the clamps and then released them without warning, helping her to
her feet and suckling her breasts like a man losing his mind.
Again, he lifted her to the smooth ceramic counter. Without warning, he unsnapped
the crotch of her outfit and stuffed his cock inside her. “Oh God bless!” he yelled,
licking one nipple while raking his fingertips over the other.
“Oh yes,” Marcy whispered. “This is what I wanted.”
“Take me,” he moaned, screwing himself tighter into her channel.
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He wanted to rush things. She wanted to take things slow. She slid against the
backsplash, her hips settling against the tile.
“Damn you, I said take me!” He grabbed her hips and encouraged her to slide
forward. Planting his hands on either side of her body, he fucked her.
She looped her arms around his neck and maintained the pace they set together.
“All of me, Marcy. Damn you! All of me!”
Marcy rode his length, giving in and meeting his carnal demands. She locked her
ankles behind his back and screwed him, placing one hand behind her, rising and
falling, trying to keep up.
Kemper was the young gun, the one with a high sex drive and an insatiable
appetite. She’d known it from the first time they were together. Hell, getting him to
come could take all night.
Kemper stared down at their bodies, watching as he entered her. His facial
expression twisted into one of pure pleasure. He rocked to and fro, claiming her,
stamping her with his cock as he surged forward, forging through her canal, grabbing
hold of her and lapping at one breast and then another.
“Shit! I could eat you alive,” he moaned, grabbing her and holding her to him,
fucking her as he carried her to a nearby chair. Once there, he sat erect, leaving her to
take the lead.
His restraint was unheard of but she wasn’t complaining. He drove his cock deeper.
Marcy screamed out, riding her orgasm, her vocal affects only minimized when he
smothered her mouth with his. “That’s it baby, ah yeah, that’s my girl. Fuck me, sweets.
Ah sugar, do me dirty all night long.”
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Chapter Nineteen
When they returned to the table an hour later, the dishes had been cleared. Their
meals were covered with aluminum foil and placed in the refrigerator. A note on the
table left clear instructions.
“Marcy is punished for her actions. When you finish eating, tuck her in bed and [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]