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Fascination Street excerpt
Fascination Street
Chapter 1
“Oh my God! I think she’s giving him a blow job right in their driveway,” Zora said.
Not that he would doubt his perceptive if not overly-horny girlfriend, Grant Valente let out a heavy breath as he stepped
over packing boxes and balled newspapers to the front windows, devoid of curtains.
Placing a hand on Zora’s back as he stood next to her, he peered out of the window.
“Looks like a guy getting into his car,” he said.
“Then why is he taking so long to get inside?”
Although Grant hadn’t met any of the neighbors yet in the nearly vacant cul-de-sac, he did recognize this guy. Too cool for
words, the man looked like he could walk into any room and be the center of any activity. Grant even noticed how Zora had
looked at him, smiling more than usual and smoothing back her long, chocolate brown hair. He would have been jealous if
didn’t think he could trust her.
The day Grant and Zora pulled up to their new home in their rented moving van, his neighbor looked at him like he was Mr.
Softie and had a ton of ice cream in the back. Looking at him now, his head visible above the roof of his Lexus, he did look
a little too satisfied about getting in his car. And why was he taking so long to open the door?
Grant noticed how his head tilted back. His eyes were closed. Lowering his head, Grant tried hard to peer through the
window of his neighbor’s expensive ride to see if there was a woman on her knees in front of him. But his dark tinted
windows prevented him from seeing anything.
But then he recognized the international guy sign of receiving oral sex. His neighbor brought his hand down in front of him,
probably to put it to the back of the woman’s head, and his head swayed back and forth like he was thrusting in and out of
her mouth.
Just the idea that someone could be that brazen stirred Grant’s cock. His pulse raced. The sweat that covered his body
from all of the heavy lifting he’d done so far that morning couldn’t cool his body.
“Honey?” Zora said with a questioning lilt to her voice.
He broke his gaze for a moment and noticed how his hand stroked her back, making small circles, as though on its own
volition. He stopped it to lessen her suspicions.
With the move and the new job, it had been a while since the two of them had had sex...well risky sex like they used to.
Even his happy hand realized that.
“Does that turn you on?” she asked as though she dared him to say yes.
Instead he answered, “Come on. You’re trying to tell me you don’t find the idea of giving and receiving oral sex in public a
turn on?”
When the air conditioner clicked off, their neighbor’s moans could be heard through the closed windows of their house.
Welcome to the neighborhood.
“Now I know you heard that,” she said. “And yes, the idea of giving my man a blow job in public is a turn on to me. I just
don’t know if I could do it.”
She stood up straight and crossed her arms over her chest. Sure Grant had heard her his neighbor's moans. So had his
dick, which was now engorged and ready to slip into a home of its own.
“Why not? We used to do things like this all of the time,” he said, keeping his gaze directed below to see who the woman
was who could give a man such a great send-off.
“So you want me to start giving you early morning oral sex for all of our neighbors to see and hear?” Zora picked up a rag
to finish her dusting.
He turned to her. “Would you?”
For that, he got a pop on his backside from the rag she held. “Honey, you know I’m willing to do anything at any time with
you. But let’s see who’s in the neighborhood first. Sure there’s only our four houses here. But we just got here. What if
there are kids living in the other two houses? Better yet. What if they have children and they’re looking out of the window
at them?”
“I don’t think they would be that irresponsible.”
His neighbor’s face contorted into a grimace as he pounded his fist onto the roof of his car. Grant held his breath as
though he released with him. Once the guy’s face relaxed, a smile hitched up at the corner of his mouth. Grant did catch
that satisfied expression from his window.
“I think he’s done.” He laughed but Zora didn’t join in on the amusement.
When Grant caught the slow rise of the woman who had been hidden behind the car, his eyes widened.
“Holy shit!” he exclaimed.
“What? What?” Zora rushed back to the window.
“She must be a model or a Playboy Playmate or---”
“A hooker,” she said, interrupting his thoughts.
"Real nice, Zo.”
“Okay, maybe a dancer. An exotic dancer.”
He couldn’t take his eyes off of the statuesque Nubian beauty. Never in a million years would he suspect that a clean-cut
guy like that would pair up with someone outside of his race.
Grant turned back to Zora. “At least we have something in common. Looks like he likes a little brown sugar too.” He
playfully slapped Zora’s rounded ass cheek.
She tried ducking away from him but he popped her anyway.
“Except my brown sugar is all honey.”
“Will you stop calling my brown sugar?” She shook her head. “Now you make me sound like an exotic dancer.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
She smirked and continued cleaning up their mess. Grant turned his attention back to his amorous neighbors. Mr. and
Mrs. Freaky Sex.
His neighbor looked like he was over six feet tall. She stood nearly eye-to-eye with him. Her walnut-colored skin looked
soft and smooth unlike Zora’s honey colored skin that he wanted to lick all of the time.
The Playmate wore a pink, lacey negligee that had skinny straps holding it up, only one of the straps fell off of her shoulder
and nearly exposed her large, gravity-defying breasts. Grant licked his tongue over his lips as he stared at the duo.
The woman adjusted his pants, smoothed her hands down his collar, fixed his necktie then kissed him on his lips.
“Just a kiss, buddy?” Grant mumbled to himself. “Give her something to look forward to when you get back home.”
And as though the two could hear him, the guy pulled down her straps and held her bare breasts in his hands. Careful not
to alert Zora this time, Grant covered his mouth with his hand as he stared at them.
His neighbor palmed her tits that were a good grapefruit-sized shape. Her dark areolas stood out among the pink and his
neighbor’s white hands. Surprising that in the peak of the summer he hadn’t tanned like everyone else.
He kissed each breast lovingly then kissed her again. After that, he ducked into his car and drove off leaving her to stand
in the driveway in her pink slip and cute little bedroom shoes with a good three-inch heel and pink poofs over her toes.
Grant tumbled over the different arguments he could pose to Zora on why she needed to wear cute little shoes like that to
bed and in the mornings and while she did dishes and when she scrubbed the toilet.
He slid his hand down the front of his sweat shorts to calm his raging cock. The woman picked that moment to look over at
his house. She must have thought he had been jerking off to the whole scene. Her brown eyes gazed at him but it wasn’t
as though she found his stare offensive. She even winked before twirling around in her heels and sauntering back inside
of her house.
Like a kid caught peeking into his sister’s diary, he moved his hand and backed away from the window, bumping into Zora.
“I heard a car. Did he finally go?” she asked.
“Yeah. The show’s over.”
But Grant had ideas of his own. His throbbing erection wouldn’t go down willingly. He needed some help. Moving behind
Zora, he put his hands on her rounded hips while grinding his cock between her ass cheeks through her shorts.
“Honey, what are you doing? We have to unpack.” She swatted his leg while she was bent over to dust their coffee table.
“Come on. When in Rome…”
“We’re not in Rome. We’re in suburbia.” This time she did laugh.
“Fine. When in the suburbs… It’s been too long, baby.”
He slid his hand up the back of her t-shirt. Sweat covered her body, which amplified the aroma of her rose-scented lotion.
He took in a deep inhalation and growled. Bending over he let his hands move down her thick thighs.
Her voluptuous body could always stir him. From her full tits to her sizable thighs and even her rounded belly all made him
excited. When she stood up, he wrapped his arms around her waist then kissed the back of her neck. Thank goodness
she had her mane of wild hair in a ponytail. Otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to see her neck to kiss it.
"I can’t believe you’re this horny after seeing our neighbors.” She put her hands on his bare arms.
“I am a man. Men are visual.”
He palmed her breasts through her flimsy t-shirt. The touch made her shriek.
“Not here.” She attempted to remove his hand but once he latched on he didn’t want to let her go. “I don’t want someone
to see us.”
“Only people who can see us are our neighbors,” he said. “We don’t have thru-traffic. We’re not on the main road.” His
hand slipped down inside of her shorts in the front. “And after what they just did, I think anything we do will be tame in
comparison.”
“Baby.”
She struggled to get his hand from between her legs but as soon as the warmth of her pussy enveloped his fingers, he
found his heavenly sanctuary.
“Not here.”
She nuzzled her head under his chin. At least she was finally conceding.
“Why not?” he asked.
This time she did manage to remove his hand. She turned around while holding his arms. “I don’t want anyone to see me
naked.”
“Why? Talk about a morning treat.”
“For you. I don’t want to be someone else’s whack-off material.”
“At least not yet, right?” He laughed.
He put his hand to the back of her head and pulled her close. Once his lips touched hers he was reminded again of why he
this woman owned his heart. No one he had ever been with conveyed their personality through their kiss. But Zora did.
Her soft lips gave under his, which meant that she was flexible. At times during the kiss they were firm. Just like in life, Zora
could stand her ground. And now as she slipped her tongue into his mouth, she surprised him. Having her shock him
always made him hard.
He gripped a handful of her ass and squeezed it.
“If you don’t want the neighbors to see us, I suggest you get me to another room quick.” His nimble fingers unclasped her
bra from under her shirt.
She giggled and grabbed his hand. Pulling him to the kitchen that faced the expansive backyard, he wasted no time in
pinning her against the middle island. Her elbows banged against the boxes that were on top but that didn’t stop him.
She kissed him again, frantically, hungrily, letting her tongue probe his mouth while her hands explored his body.
Grant was the epitome of every woman’s dream. He was tall, handsome, smart, funny. He kept his thick, dark brown hair
cut short. His equally thick dark eyebrows framed his face nicely. And she melted every time she peered into his doe
eyes.
And she would do anything to please him. The great thing about that kind of devotion was that he would and had done the
same for her.
“New house ritual dictates that we fuck in each room,” he growled in her ear.
With strong hoist up, he set Zora on the low kitchen island.
“Oh really? Hmmm, I hadn’t heard that one.” She pulled his t-shirt from his shorts. “Does that still go for rent-to-own
places too?”
“Oh yeah.” He nodded.
The protrusion from his erection made it hard for her to ease them down. But as she struggled to undress him, he took
great ease in freeing her from her shorts and panties. She shivered when her ass made contact with the cold, marble
countertop.
“I think it’s documented somewhere that it’s required to have an orgasm in each room of your new home and,” and he held
up his thick finger as though he was about to expound on some earth-shattering news, “that includes the stairs.”
Zora let out a hearty laugh. “What book was this in, Guiness Book of World Records? And we don’t have any stairs in the
house unless you count the brick ones leading to the porch.”
Lowering himself to his knees, he spread her legs apart. “Then we’ll just have to make do with what we have.” He panted.
The passion in his eyes could have melted steel. It sure did weaken her bit of resolve she tried to keep.
“Is that what you want, baby? You want other people to watch us?”
He grinned so hard she thought his face would freeze in that position. “Our sex life has never bored me.”
He trailed kisses from her ankle to her calf and up her thigh. She quivered each time his firm lips touched her sensitive
skin.
“Me either. And I don’t want us to get bored.” Wanting to touch more of him, she raked her fingers through his hair.
“We can do it tonight too.” He squeezed her outer thighs as his eyes stared at her pussy. “And in the morning, and the
night, and the next morning and in the afternoon if you want. I work so close to home now I could be here to give you a nice
afternoon delight.”
The thought of him rushing home in the middle of the day to ravage her made her clit throb.
“Oh God,” she whispered. With her head leaned back and her eyes closed she cooed, “More.”
His warm breath blew across her soaked sex. “You like this, babe?”
She nodded. “Yes. But not what I was talking about.” She brought her head forward and opened her eyes. “I think we
need to spice up our love life.”
He gazed up at her from between her legs. A look of confusion covered his face. “Spice it up, how? You’re going to finally
let me do the backdoor thing?” He winked.
“No, no backdoor entry.”
As much as she adored pleasing this man, she still found the idea of anal sex unappealing. They’d tried it once and
because she had been nervous and, apparently, not drunk enough, they’d stopped before he could even get the thick tip
of his penis inside of her.
“But maybe our neighbor would do that with you.”
His eyebrows shot up.
“Or maybe one afternoon when you come home from work, you can have me and her in our bedroom waiting for you. I’ll
caress her and she’ll touch me. You can be the cream in between our Oreo cookie.”
“Christ, Zo---”
“Just kidding.” She chuckled but to see his shoulders drop dramatically let her know that he would have been for the plan if
she gave him the thumbs-up.
“You are going to pay for that.”
His eager mouth pressed against her inner thigh as he ravaged it, kissing and licking it along with taking nips at her flesh.
Her hands braced against his back. With a gentle touch, he stroked her vulva, tickling her lower lips with each pass of his
fingers against the curled hairs. She fisted his hair. His soft hair caressed her hands.
“Grant.”
When his mouth finally made the pilgrimage to her pussy, the touch of his tongue to her clit gave her an instant orgasm.
She fell back against the counter, knocking empty boxes to the floor as she pressed her back flat against it.
His strong hands kept her legs apart as his skilled tongue slid from her opening to her hardened nub. When his mouth
covered it and he pressed his tongue against it, her legs felt like they had gone numb for a moment. If the house were to
catch fire at that moment, she wouldn’t make it out of the house without some assistance right now.
She wanted to share intimate details of how he swirled his tongue around her clit until she thought she would have to crawl
out of her skin. She wanted to talk about how perfect his cock was, the length, the thickness, the shape, even the head.
And his ass. Damn, his fine ass could make women into howling, whistling sex maniacs if they saw it.
Copyright © 2005 by Bridget Midway. All rights reserved.
Chapter 1
“Oh my God! I think she’s giving him a blow job right in their driveway,” Zora said.
Not that he would doubt his perceptive if not overly-horny girlfriend, Grant Valente let out a heavy breath as he stepped
over packing boxes and balled newspapers to the front windows, devoid of curtains.
Placing a hand on Zora’s back as he stood next to her, he peered out of the window.
“Looks like a guy getting into his car,” he said.
“Then why is he taking so long to get inside?”
Although Grant hadn’t met any of the neighbors yet in the nearly vacant cul-de-sac, he did recognize this guy. Too cool for
words, the man looked like he could walk into any room and be the center of any activity. Grant even noticed how Zora had
looked at him, smiling more than usual and smoothing back her long, chocolate brown hair. He would have been jealous if
didn’t think he could trust her.
The day Grant and Zora pulled up to their new home in their rented moving van, his neighbor looked at him like he was Mr.
Softie and had a ton of ice cream in the back. Looking at him now, his head visible above the roof of his Lexus, he did look
a little too satisfied about getting in his car. And why was he taking so long to open the door?
Grant noticed how his head tilted back. His eyes were closed. Lowering his head, Grant tried hard to peer through the
window of his neighbor’s expensive ride to see if there was a woman on her knees in front of him. But his dark tinted
windows prevented him from seeing anything.
But then he recognized the international guy sign of receiving oral sex. His neighbor brought his hand down in front of him,
probably to put it to the back of the woman’s head, and his head swayed back and forth like he was thrusting in and out of
her mouth.
Just the idea that someone could be that brazen stirred Grant’s cock. His pulse raced. The sweat that covered his body
from all of the heavy lifting he’d done so far that morning couldn’t cool his body.
“Honey?” Zora said with a questioning lilt to her voice.
He broke his gaze for a moment and noticed how his hand stroked her back, making small circles, as though on its own
volition. He stopped it to lessen her suspicions.
With the move and the new job, it had been a while since the two of them had had sex...well risky sex like they used to.
Even his happy hand realized that.
“Does that turn you on?” she asked as though she dared him to say yes.
Instead he answered, “Come on. You’re trying to tell me you don’t find the idea of giving and receiving oral sex in public a
turn on?”
When the air conditioner clicked off, their neighbor’s moans could be heard through the closed windows of their house.
Welcome to the neighborhood.
“Now I know you heard that,” she said. “And yes, the idea of giving my man a blow job in public is a turn on to me. I just
don’t know if I could do it.”
She stood up straight and crossed her arms over her chest. Sure Grant had heard her his neighbor's moans. So had his
dick, which was now engorged and ready to slip into a home of its own.
“Why not? We used to do things like this all of the time,” he said, keeping his gaze directed below to see who the woman
was who could give a man such a great send-off.
“So you want me to start giving you early morning oral sex for all of our neighbors to see and hear?” Zora picked up a rag
to finish her dusting.
He turned to her. “Would you?”
For that, he got a pop on his backside from the rag she held. “Honey, you know I’m willing to do anything at any time with
you. But let’s see who’s in the neighborhood first. Sure there’s only our four houses here. But we just got here. What if
there are kids living in the other two houses? Better yet. What if they have children and they’re looking out of the window
at them?”
“I don’t think they would be that irresponsible.”
His neighbor’s face contorted into a grimace as he pounded his fist onto the roof of his car. Grant held his breath as
though he released with him. Once the guy’s face relaxed, a smile hitched up at the corner of his mouth. Grant did catch
that satisfied expression from his window.
“I think he’s done.” He laughed but Zora didn’t join in on the amusement.
When Grant caught the slow rise of the woman who had been hidden behind the car, his eyes widened.
“Holy shit!” he exclaimed.
“What? What?” Zora rushed back to the window.
“She must be a model or a Playboy Playmate or---”
“A hooker,” she said, interrupting his thoughts.
"Real nice, Zo.”
“Okay, maybe a dancer. An exotic dancer.”
He couldn’t take his eyes off of the statuesque Nubian beauty. Never in a million years would he suspect that a clean-cut
guy like that would pair up with someone outside of his race.
Grant turned back to Zora. “At least we have something in common. Looks like he likes a little brown sugar too.” He
playfully slapped Zora’s rounded ass cheek.
She tried ducking away from him but he popped her anyway.
“Except my brown sugar is all honey.”
“Will you stop calling my brown sugar?” She shook her head. “Now you make me sound like an exotic dancer.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
She smirked and continued cleaning up their mess. Grant turned his attention back to his amorous neighbors. Mr. and
Mrs. Freaky Sex.
His neighbor looked like he was over six feet tall. She stood nearly eye-to-eye with him. Her walnut-colored skin looked
soft and smooth unlike Zora’s honey colored skin that he wanted to lick all of the time.
The Playmate wore a pink, lacey negligee that had skinny straps holding it up, only one of the straps fell off of her shoulder
and nearly exposed her large, gravity-defying breasts. Grant licked his tongue over his lips as he stared at the duo.
The woman adjusted his pants, smoothed her hands down his collar, fixed his necktie then kissed him on his lips.
“Just a kiss, buddy?” Grant mumbled to himself. “Give her something to look forward to when you get back home.”
And as though the two could hear him, the guy pulled down her straps and held her bare breasts in his hands. Careful not
to alert Zora this time, Grant covered his mouth with his hand as he stared at them.
His neighbor palmed her tits that were a good grapefruit-sized shape. Her dark areolas stood out among the pink and his
neighbor’s white hands. Surprising that in the peak of the summer he hadn’t tanned like everyone else.
He kissed each breast lovingly then kissed her again. After that, he ducked into his car and drove off leaving her to stand
in the driveway in her pink slip and cute little bedroom shoes with a good three-inch heel and pink poofs over her toes.
Grant tumbled over the different arguments he could pose to Zora on why she needed to wear cute little shoes like that to
bed and in the mornings and while she did dishes and when she scrubbed the toilet.
He slid his hand down the front of his sweat shorts to calm his raging cock. The woman picked that moment to look over at
his house. She must have thought he had been jerking off to the whole scene. Her brown eyes gazed at him but it wasn’t
as though she found his stare offensive. She even winked before twirling around in her heels and sauntering back inside
of her house.
Like a kid caught peeking into his sister’s diary, he moved his hand and backed away from the window, bumping into Zora.
“I heard a car. Did he finally go?” she asked.
“Yeah. The show’s over.”
But Grant had ideas of his own. His throbbing erection wouldn’t go down willingly. He needed some help. Moving behind
Zora, he put his hands on her rounded hips while grinding his cock between her ass cheeks through her shorts.
“Honey, what are you doing? We have to unpack.” She swatted his leg while she was bent over to dust their coffee table.
“Come on. When in Rome…”
“We’re not in Rome. We’re in suburbia.” This time she did laugh.
“Fine. When in the suburbs… It’s been too long, baby.”
He slid his hand up the back of her t-shirt. Sweat covered her body, which amplified the aroma of her rose-scented lotion.
He took in a deep inhalation and growled. Bending over he let his hands move down her thick thighs.
Her voluptuous body could always stir him. From her full tits to her sizable thighs and even her rounded belly all made him
excited. When she stood up, he wrapped his arms around her waist then kissed the back of her neck. Thank goodness
she had her mane of wild hair in a ponytail. Otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to see her neck to kiss it.
"I can’t believe you’re this horny after seeing our neighbors.” She put her hands on his bare arms.
“I am a man. Men are visual.”
He palmed her breasts through her flimsy t-shirt. The touch made her shriek.
“Not here.” She attempted to remove his hand but once he latched on he didn’t want to let her go. “I don’t want someone
to see us.”
“Only people who can see us are our neighbors,” he said. “We don’t have thru-traffic. We’re not on the main road.” His
hand slipped down inside of her shorts in the front. “And after what they just did, I think anything we do will be tame in
comparison.”
“Baby.”
She struggled to get his hand from between her legs but as soon as the warmth of her pussy enveloped his fingers, he
found his heavenly sanctuary.
“Not here.”
She nuzzled her head under his chin. At least she was finally conceding.
“Why not?” he asked.
This time she did manage to remove his hand. She turned around while holding his arms. “I don’t want anyone to see me
naked.”
“Why? Talk about a morning treat.”
“For you. I don’t want to be someone else’s whack-off material.”
“At least not yet, right?” He laughed.
He put his hand to the back of her head and pulled her close. Once his lips touched hers he was reminded again of why he
this woman owned his heart. No one he had ever been with conveyed their personality through their kiss. But Zora did.
Her soft lips gave under his, which meant that she was flexible. At times during the kiss they were firm. Just like in life, Zora
could stand her ground. And now as she slipped her tongue into his mouth, she surprised him. Having her shock him
always made him hard.
He gripped a handful of her ass and squeezed it.
“If you don’t want the neighbors to see us, I suggest you get me to another room quick.” His nimble fingers unclasped her
bra from under her shirt.
She giggled and grabbed his hand. Pulling him to the kitchen that faced the expansive backyard, he wasted no time in
pinning her against the middle island. Her elbows banged against the boxes that were on top but that didn’t stop him.
She kissed him again, frantically, hungrily, letting her tongue probe his mouth while her hands explored his body.
Grant was the epitome of every woman’s dream. He was tall, handsome, smart, funny. He kept his thick, dark brown hair
cut short. His equally thick dark eyebrows framed his face nicely. And she melted every time she peered into his doe
eyes.
And she would do anything to please him. The great thing about that kind of devotion was that he would and had done the
same for her.
“New house ritual dictates that we fuck in each room,” he growled in her ear.
With strong hoist up, he set Zora on the low kitchen island.
“Oh really? Hmmm, I hadn’t heard that one.” She pulled his t-shirt from his shorts. “Does that still go for rent-to-own
places too?”
“Oh yeah.” He nodded.
The protrusion from his erection made it hard for her to ease them down. But as she struggled to undress him, he took
great ease in freeing her from her shorts and panties. She shivered when her ass made contact with the cold, marble
countertop.
“I think it’s documented somewhere that it’s required to have an orgasm in each room of your new home and,” and he held
up his thick finger as though he was about to expound on some earth-shattering news, “that includes the stairs.”
Zora let out a hearty laugh. “What book was this in, Guiness Book of World Records? And we don’t have any stairs in the
house unless you count the brick ones leading to the porch.”
Lowering himself to his knees, he spread her legs apart. “Then we’ll just have to make do with what we have.” He panted.
The passion in his eyes could have melted steel. It sure did weaken her bit of resolve she tried to keep.
“Is that what you want, baby? You want other people to watch us?”
He grinned so hard she thought his face would freeze in that position. “Our sex life has never bored me.”
He trailed kisses from her ankle to her calf and up her thigh. She quivered each time his firm lips touched her sensitive
skin.
“Me either. And I don’t want us to get bored.” Wanting to touch more of him, she raked her fingers through his hair.
“We can do it tonight too.” He squeezed her outer thighs as his eyes stared at her pussy. “And in the morning, and the
night, and the next morning and in the afternoon if you want. I work so close to home now I could be here to give you a nice
afternoon delight.”
The thought of him rushing home in the middle of the day to ravage her made her clit throb.
“Oh God,” she whispered. With her head leaned back and her eyes closed she cooed, “More.”
His warm breath blew across her soaked sex. “You like this, babe?”
She nodded. “Yes. But not what I was talking about.” She brought her head forward and opened her eyes. “I think we
need to spice up our love life.”
He gazed up at her from between her legs. A look of confusion covered his face. “Spice it up, how? You’re going to finally
let me do the backdoor thing?” He winked.
“No, no backdoor entry.”
As much as she adored pleasing this man, she still found the idea of anal sex unappealing. They’d tried it once and
because she had been nervous and, apparently, not drunk enough, they’d stopped before he could even get the thick tip
of his penis inside of her.
“But maybe our neighbor would do that with you.”
His eyebrows shot up.
“Or maybe one afternoon when you come home from work, you can have me and her in our bedroom waiting for you. I’ll
caress her and she’ll touch me. You can be the cream in between our Oreo cookie.”
“Christ, Zo---”
“Just kidding.” She chuckled but to see his shoulders drop dramatically let her know that he would have been for the plan if
she gave him the thumbs-up.
“You are going to pay for that.”
His eager mouth pressed against her inner thigh as he ravaged it, kissing and licking it along with taking nips at her flesh.
Her hands braced against his back. With a gentle touch, he stroked her vulva, tickling her lower lips with each pass of his
fingers against the curled hairs. She fisted his hair. His soft hair caressed her hands.
“Grant.”
When his mouth finally made the pilgrimage to her pussy, the touch of his tongue to her clit gave her an instant orgasm.
She fell back against the counter, knocking empty boxes to the floor as she pressed her back flat against it.
His strong hands kept her legs apart as his skilled tongue slid from her opening to her hardened nub. When his mouth
covered it and he pressed his tongue against it, her legs felt like they had gone numb for a moment. If the house were to
catch fire at that moment, she wouldn’t make it out of the house without some assistance right now.
She wanted to share intimate details of how he swirled his tongue around her clit until she thought she would have to crawl
out of her skin. She wanted to talk about how perfect his cock was, the length, the thickness, the shape, even the head.
And his ass. Damn, his fine ass could make women into howling, whistling sex maniacs if they saw it.
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