FrenchQuarter.htm by Alexander Lacey (good fiction books to read TXT) 📗

the top of it made to stimulate your clit when you push it in all the way.” With that, he inserted it even deeper, shocking her. She’d thought it was in all the way already, but no—at least another inch had just been buried in her, and with it came what he promised—a hot, delightful pressure against her oh-so-excited clitoris.

“Oh…” she said.

Without realizing it, she’d started moving against the vibrator at some point, and now she moved harder, wanting to feel that nub quivering against her most sensitive part. She’d thought for a moment she couldn’t survive without him licking her, but the magical vibrator seemed to provide the best of both worlds—stimulation to her inside and out. Time slowed as she got lost in the sweet vibrations that seemed to fill her cunt from front to back, top to bottom. She moved harder, fucking the toy in Jack’s hand, and his thrusts came harder, too, as he whispered, “That’s right, baby, that’s right. Oh oui, chere, ca c’est bon. Work that sweet little cunt, chere. Work that sweet pussy until you come for me.”

And then she was crushing her breasts in her hands and letting out a long, hot moan as some imaginary dam broke inside her and a river of pure pleasure rushed through her limbs, centering between her thighs. “Oh God, I’m coming, I’m coming,” she whimpered as her pussy convulsed around the humming tool, her clit pulsing with maddening palpitations that matched her heartbeat. She rode out the orgasm as long as she could, pumping her mound against the vibrator until the hot sweet throbs slowly faded.

Above her, she found Jack wearing a wicked little grin. “I think you like my surprise, darlin’, just as much as I like yours.”

She gave him a smile. “Very much.”

“I’ll let you take this home,” he said, holding up the big vibrator, “so you can take care of yourself when I’m not around.”

To her surprise, that sounded rather pleasant…but also like the words of a man who was trying to prepare her for his absence, a man who intended not to be around for long. She didn’t answer, only gave a short nod against the pillow.

“Then I can imagine you doin’ it,” he said, his voice low and smoky. “I can picture you lyin’ in bed, fuckin’ your pretty pussy with this.”

She decided to go out on a limb. “And thinking of you.”

He grinned. “I should hope so.” He spoke in so jocular a manner that it gave nothing away about his real feelings toward her.

But that was okay. As she’d promised herself from the beginning, whether this lasted a night or—dare she think—a lifetime…she would bask in the pleasure, enjoy each moment for what it was, soak up all the naughty delights she’d never reveled in before. And she’d just be thankful that she’d found a hot, sweet, sexy man like Jack to indoctrinate her to the true pleasures of the flesh.

* * * * *

An hour later, they lay in Jack’s bed in a perfect sixty-nine position. Jack couldn’t get enough of her lovely pussy tonight, so smooth and bare and sexy. That smooth skin just seemed to invite his touches and kisses.

Below, she alternated between sucking his cock and nestling it between her breasts, sometimes raking the wet end of his shaft across one sweet, turgid nipple. Sometimes she gave long licks up his length or licked just the tip of him like he was a lollipop—she seemed to know just how to space out her hot little mouth treats so that he didn’t get too excited and come too fast. He was glad because he was enjoying his pussy play far too much to want it to end.

The bare skin on the outside of her cunt was softer than any he’d ever felt. Even without any stimulation, her hot pink clit and inner lips jutted from the bare cleft, swollen from excitement. He raked his tongue across the knob of her clit and watched her flesh part slightly in response. Then he used his hands to spread her wide and look at how flushed with desire she was. Below, she sucked him a little harder, so he returned the favor, sucking her engorged clit and stroking his fingertips across the damp lips below. Her pussy moved against him, effectively fucking his mouth, so he inserted two fingers. She was so soaked he could hear his fingers moving against her; he entered a third finger and listened to the wet sounds.

A moment later, she released his cock, which was good—damn, much more of that and he’d explode, and he wasn’t sure he had the strength to tell her to stop. He looked down in the dimly lit room to see her sweet tongue darting gingerly out against the tip of him, playing, teasing. God, she was good—just watching her made him crazy. He loved how much she enjoyed having his cock in her sumptuous mouth, those berry lips wrapped around him like a soft vise, but the gentle tongue action she was delivering to his cock right now was hot and delicious, too.

Withdrawing his fingers from her wetness, he decided she needed more to fill that hot little cunt, so he reached for the vibrator again. This time it went in easily, buried to the hilt in one thrust. “Oooh,” she cried above him.

He released her clit from his mouth. “Good?”

“Unh.” She nodded against his groin, before using her mouth to reach for his hard-on again, sliding her lips down over him like a warm, wet sheath.

“Ah, baby, yeah.” So good, he thought. So good that he wanted to fuck her pussy as sweetly as she was fucking him with that lovely mouth. He turned on the vibrator and drove it into her with the same rhythm she used to suck him, watching it slide in and out of her slick passage with ease. The sight of her cunt, open and hungry and so accepting of his