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Ivory Tower
Book: Ivory Tower Read Online Free
Author: Lace Daltyn
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leer. “I have an idea.” Jenna grinned and grabbed his hand. “Come on. But you have to be quiet.”

 
    Chapter Three
     
    With as much stealth as possible, Jenna and Josh edged onto
the property, following the perimeter fence. Once behind the house, they slipped
across open yard to the cottage that some would call a mother-in-law house.
Jenna’s mother had, in fact, dropped several pointed hints in Josh’s presence
that she would enjoy calling it the new home of her daughter and son-in-law.
    No fucking way.
    He stood guard as Jenna dug beneath the fake plant for the
key to the little two-room, one-bathroom house. “I cannot believe we’re doing
this. We’re adults, not teenagers,” he said. “Consenting adults. We don’t need
to sneak around like this.”
    When the kitchen lights came on in the big house, his
warning came in the form of a verbalized “ah, shit.”
    Jenna stood triumphant, key dangling in her hand, and he
urged her to hurry. It took her two interminable tries to get the door
unlocked. The main house’s back porch light came on just as they slipped
inside.
    Josh stilled the swinging window curtains with his hand as
he crushed Jenna against the door, his free hand smothering her laughter. “ Shhh . You’ll out us.”
    With both his hands busy, he couldn’t stop Jenna as she slid
down the doorframe and unbuckled, as well as unzipped his pants. Not that he
wanted her to stop. It was sweet relief to have his cock freed. He just wanted
to be certain they wouldn’t be interrupted.
    He poked his head around the curtain and saw Jenna’s mother
standing on the back porch, then almost yelped as Jenna slid his slacks and
boxers to the floor and took him deep in her mouth.
    “Holy fuck.” He bit the harsh whisper off and stood there sweating,
trying hard to protect their secrecy while Jenna sucked and licked his dick.
The old-fashioned wall clock ticked the seconds away as she wrapped her tongue
around him like soft silk, then Josh stifled a groan as she pulled him in deep
again. When she licked him from balls to head, his hands clutched the curtains
in a death grip. Jenna's tongue played him for a full two minutes as he waited
for her mother to stop scanning the yard. He knew exactly how much time had
passed because the sweat dripped off him in perfect second-time to that damn
ticking clock.
    The main-house door shut at the same moment Jenna cupped
his balls and took him even deeper, sucking hard.
    “Oh, God, baby. You need to stop or I'm going to explode.”
    “Go right ahead,” she mumbled without stopping. The hum of
her voice on his cock drained any reserve staying power he had left and Josh,
wracked with tremors, came in an explosion of semen and relief. He stood there,
arms against the door, panting. Holy shit, his woman had some mouth on her. As
he turned and sagged against the wall, Jenna went to the small sink to wet a
towel.
    “Jesus. Where the hell did you learn that?”
    She grinned at him, arching an eyebrow. “I may be a virgin,
but that doesn’t make me naïve. I read. A lot. And you know very well what I
write. It’s research.” Her grin widened. “At least, that’s what I’m calling it.
Been wanting to try that last trick for a while.”
    Josh pulled his slacks up and put an arm around her
shoulder. “I am officially a believer. Anytime you want to test your research,
I’m your man.”
    The little house sported two rooms, one a poor-man’s great
room, consisting of a couch, end table, TV, and mini-kitchen, all almost within
reaching distance of each other.
    Josh led Jenna to the bedroom, which felt roomier even with
the double-size bed and dresser it held. He shook his head. “Your mother really
thought we could live here?”
    Jenna pulled his head down. “I don’t want to talk about Mother
at the moment.” She licked her lips and he forgot all about anything except how
talented that mouth of hers was and his already hardening cock. He sucked her
tongue into his
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