Page 22 of Mr. McHunky

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ten

Jude

My body is pure lust at the moment.

When I thought I’d misread her, it felt like I couldn’t breathe. But then she got out of bed and walked toward me, every glorious inch of her pale curvaceous body on display. She’d been an intoxicating mix of self-assurance and vulnerability. Enough to let me know she wasn’t as unaffected as I thought.

Then she put my hand between her luscious thighs and I nearly came in my pants. She’s so wet, she’s dripping on my hand.

“Baby, there is nothing awkward about you putting my hand on your pussy.”

I slide my fingers around and she’s so hot and wet, she’s driving me wild.

“This is a lot of slick, Peaches. Are you sure all of this is for me?”

She nods, her lips parted.

With my hand on her arm, I steer her so she’s against the wall.

“That’s real good. I’m going to eat your sweet slit until you’re screaming my name. But first I need a kiss. Can I kiss you, Emory?”

She licks her lips and nods.

“I need to hear your words.”

“Yes, Jude. Kiss me, eat me, fuck me. Whatever you want. Take it.”

Evidently when under the heavy aphrodisiac of desire, my sassy girl becomes a compliant, needy mess. And I am fucking here for it.

It’s all the permission I need so I slam my mouth onto hers, lifting her as I do. Her legs come up, wrapping around my waist. The wet heat of her pussy presses to my bare stomach. Now, I’m annoyed that I pulled back on my sweatpants. I move us to the bed and sit on the edge.

“I want to feel you,” I tell her. “Want these pants off.”

“That’s a fantastic idea,” she says. She stands from my lap and pulls down my sweatpants. Then she falls to her knees in front of me and without any preamble, leans forward and nearly swallows my dick whole.

“Fuck, Emory. Christ, are you trying to kill me?” I grab her long blonde hair and fist it into a ponytail. “Two more licks, Peaches, that’s all you get.”

With her lips still wrapped around my cock, she looks up at me.

“I wish you could see how gorgeous you look right now. You like how that dick feels in your mouth?”

She nods slightly and groans in agreement. The vibration of her vocalization thrumbs against my sensitive flesh.

“You’re going to like it even better when it’s inside your pussy.” I pull her up. “Back on my lap, beautiful.”

She straddles me, her slick core presses against my erection.

“I might have to eat you later. I desperately need to fuck you. But you need to come first. Make sure you’re ready for me.”

Her smile lights up the whole damn room, not to mention all the lonely parts of my heart that have been waiting for her claim. She scoots closer, wrapping her legs around my back, then she kisses me.

Her movements are slow at first. “You going to rub your needy little clit on me and get yourself off?”

She whimpers and then sucks on my tongue. I take over the movements. Because I meant what I said, if I don’t get inside her soon, I’m going to make a mess in my pants.

Her fingers thread through my hair as our lips and tongues fight for dominance. She is so perfect for me in every way. I can’t believe my luck that we found each other.