Duncan - The Deal (The Cocky Smiling O Series #1) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Jade Sinner
ear to the edge of her blouse. "Yes or no?"
She moves her head from side to side before her eyes lower.
The loss of her blue stare leaves me lonely and wanting. I lift her chin with one hand and reach for the rose with the other. Let my bouquet begin. "So you've imagined it too?"
"Yes." Her answer is soft, but it's all I need.
"Come with me, Kimbra. No one's going to believe that we've been together for five months if we don't do something about this tension, if you don't get that membership." She stands. "You understand what I'm saying?"
She squares her shoulders. "Yes."
"The thing is...I believe the mile-high rules state that it takes multiple fucks to be considered a lifetime member."
Her breathing deepens. I reach for the zipper on the side of her skirt, and tug. The gray material falls to the floor, and I suck in a breath. Her panties aren't really panties but a thong: a small triangle of lace with skimpy strings, one going up her ass. I take off my jacket and loosen my tie as she stands still, watching. "Lift your arms, Miss Jones. I need to see your tits."
A smile breaks across her cheeks. "No, Mr. Willis, not until I remove your shirt."
No?
I can't remember the last time a woman said that word. If I was hard before, I'm a fucking rock now. Instead of answering, I nod as she pulls my necktie from its knot. Then, button by button, she opens my shirt. With each second she takes, paying special attention to my cufflinks—Why the fuck do I wear those things? —I become more and more uncomfortable. If she takes much longer, I think I'll explode. By the time my chest is bare, my cock is leaking cum.
Next she lifts her arms and I raise her blue blouse. Her bra is the same color, matching the small triangle of lace covering her pussy. It's erotic as shit and I want it gone.
Before I can undo her bra, Kimbra reaches for my belt, the button on my pants, and the zipper.
Fuck!
Kicking off my shoes, I stand in my boxer briefs, my erection peeking from the waistband, too large to stay contained.
Kimbra hisses as she runs her hand over my cock.
Suddenly the plane pitches and Kimbra squeals. I pull her close as we steady our stance. "There are so many things I want to do to you." I reach for her bra, unsnap the strap, and free her fucking huge tits. With one arm holding her steady, I pull the straps loose and cup the round tit. When I roll her hard nipple, Kimbra whimpers and her head falls backward. I lead her toward the couch along the side of the cabin. Instead of laying her down, I turn her and direct her hands to the back of the couch, leaving her round ass on display.
To my excitement, as I spread her legs apart, the air fills with more of her whimpers and on her thighs is the evidence, her glistening cum, showing me that she's as ready for this as I am.
I dip my hand between her folds, my finger purposely stroking from her clit to her tight puckered hole. Taking my finger to my lips, I hum, noisily slurping her cum, coating my tongue with her sweet honey. I tip my lips toward her ear. "You taste fucking fantastic. Tonight, in your bedroom, I want you to know I plan on burying my face in your pussy. I plan on making you scream out my name so that your entire family knows that you're not only dating, but coming apart right under their roof."
"D-Duncan," she stutters.
"Yeah, sweetheart, you can scream my name. But right now, if I don't put my cock in that tight cunt, I'm going to cum all over your ass, and while I like the idea of that too, right now I need to be inside of you."
"Five months is a long time to wait," she says.
Motherfucker. It's been two years. Two years since she walked through the door of Buchanan and Willis Pharmaceuticals.
A growl comes from my soul as I rub the cum-covered head of my cock against her entrance and thrust deep into her warm, slippery cunt. Her pussy tightens, squeezing me as I push again, harder and deeper.
"Fuck!" Kimbra yells, her fingers blanching and nails biting
She moves her head from side to side before her eyes lower.
The loss of her blue stare leaves me lonely and wanting. I lift her chin with one hand and reach for the rose with the other. Let my bouquet begin. "So you've imagined it too?"
"Yes." Her answer is soft, but it's all I need.
"Come with me, Kimbra. No one's going to believe that we've been together for five months if we don't do something about this tension, if you don't get that membership." She stands. "You understand what I'm saying?"
She squares her shoulders. "Yes."
"The thing is...I believe the mile-high rules state that it takes multiple fucks to be considered a lifetime member."
Her breathing deepens. I reach for the zipper on the side of her skirt, and tug. The gray material falls to the floor, and I suck in a breath. Her panties aren't really panties but a thong: a small triangle of lace with skimpy strings, one going up her ass. I take off my jacket and loosen my tie as she stands still, watching. "Lift your arms, Miss Jones. I need to see your tits."
A smile breaks across her cheeks. "No, Mr. Willis, not until I remove your shirt."
No?
I can't remember the last time a woman said that word. If I was hard before, I'm a fucking rock now. Instead of answering, I nod as she pulls my necktie from its knot. Then, button by button, she opens my shirt. With each second she takes, paying special attention to my cufflinks—Why the fuck do I wear those things? —I become more and more uncomfortable. If she takes much longer, I think I'll explode. By the time my chest is bare, my cock is leaking cum.
Next she lifts her arms and I raise her blue blouse. Her bra is the same color, matching the small triangle of lace covering her pussy. It's erotic as shit and I want it gone.
Before I can undo her bra, Kimbra reaches for my belt, the button on my pants, and the zipper.
Fuck!
Kicking off my shoes, I stand in my boxer briefs, my erection peeking from the waistband, too large to stay contained.
Kimbra hisses as she runs her hand over my cock.
Suddenly the plane pitches and Kimbra squeals. I pull her close as we steady our stance. "There are so many things I want to do to you." I reach for her bra, unsnap the strap, and free her fucking huge tits. With one arm holding her steady, I pull the straps loose and cup the round tit. When I roll her hard nipple, Kimbra whimpers and her head falls backward. I lead her toward the couch along the side of the cabin. Instead of laying her down, I turn her and direct her hands to the back of the couch, leaving her round ass on display.
To my excitement, as I spread her legs apart, the air fills with more of her whimpers and on her thighs is the evidence, her glistening cum, showing me that she's as ready for this as I am.
I dip my hand between her folds, my finger purposely stroking from her clit to her tight puckered hole. Taking my finger to my lips, I hum, noisily slurping her cum, coating my tongue with her sweet honey. I tip my lips toward her ear. "You taste fucking fantastic. Tonight, in your bedroom, I want you to know I plan on burying my face in your pussy. I plan on making you scream out my name so that your entire family knows that you're not only dating, but coming apart right under their roof."
"D-Duncan," she stutters.
"Yeah, sweetheart, you can scream my name. But right now, if I don't put my cock in that tight cunt, I'm going to cum all over your ass, and while I like the idea of that too, right now I need to be inside of you."
"Five months is a long time to wait," she says.
Motherfucker. It's been two years. Two years since she walked through the door of Buchanan and Willis Pharmaceuticals.
A growl comes from my soul as I rub the cum-covered head of my cock against her entrance and thrust deep into her warm, slippery cunt. Her pussy tightens, squeezing me as I push again, harder and deeper.
"Fuck!" Kimbra yells, her fingers blanching and nails biting
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