Can't Get Enough by Tenille Brown Page B

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    He lazed on the bed, his cock throbbing, wondering if he could convince her to give him a blow job before she left. Of course that would just delay the inevitable getting horny again. But a delay was good, wasn’t it? Better to suffer later than now.
    Because she stood with her back to him, that luscious ass,wrapped in tight cotton, was right there by his face. He reached out to put his hand between her legs. His hand touched her thigh, feeling the stockings under his fingers, and she turned her head to smile down at him with that crafty smile again. It seemed like a challenge. He moved his hand up under her skirt and she didn’t protest, although she pretended to be preoccupied with buttoning her blouse. When his fingers worked their way under the elastic of her panties she fidgeted, but her legs opened a bit for him.
    He heard her catch her breath when his fingers pressed the lips of her cunt open.
    This, he thought, was where she had to stop him; he couldn’t stop himself any longer. His fingers moved into her warm cunt, caressing the folds, hunting down her clitoris, and she bent forward slightly, putting her hands on the mirror and moaning softly as he found it.
    It was gorgeous watching her reflection, her mouth opening, making a small O as his fingers teased and aroused her. He twisted on the bed to get his other hand between her legs, slipping those fingers inside the other leg of her panties to explore her vagina. She was soft and moist, and he let his fingers play with her as they would—little creatures of pleasure who lived solely to burrow into her cunt and toy with her.
    And he felt her hips jerk, her vagina convulse, and he knew he had brought her off.
    He freed his fingers from the tangle of cunt flesh and panties and sat up, grabbing her by the waist and putting her facedown on the bed. He tugged her skirt up to her waist and pulled her panties down around her knees, and then he straddled her legs. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands back to her ass.
    â€œThat ass has been calling me all morning,” he said. “Show it to me,” and her fingers pulled her asscheeks apart.
    He sighed at the sight of her anus, and reached to the nightstand where they kept the tube of lubricant. While she held herself open to him, he squeezed it onto her anus and then pressed a fingertip on the little hole and worked it inside, loving the sensation of the tight ring. She moaned and the wiggle she gave her hips as his finger penetrated her excited him.
    He finger-fucked her ass and when he felt her relaxing, he took out his finger. “Time for the grand entrance,” he said lying on her and guiding his cock to her anus. He had fucked her ass before, but never liked this, with her legs held together, and it made entering her even tighter than usual. When the tip slipped inside, her anus gripping his cock as if it wanted to hold it inside, he grabbed her wrists and spread her arms out over her head. He lowered himself over her and with a jerk of his hips began taking her ass.
    The sensation of his cock in her ass was incredible. Well, he liked his cock in her almost any way, and she loved to take it in every way they had tried so far. He wanted to drive deep inside her, but this way his thrusts were held a bit short. Still, it was glorious.
    â€œYou are fucking my ass while I am almost completely dressed,” she hissed. “You insatiable lover.”
    And he knew she was loving it too.
    After he came, spending himself in the tight confines of her ass, he lay on her, feeling the intensity of the moment soften into a gentle sense of well-being. He found himself thinking about fixing them a breakfast. A mimosa and, for some reason, he thought of ham sandwiches with the special ham he had brought home from the deli the day before. They would eat and then, when life came back into him, he would ask her to ride his cock….
    Then he looked at her lying there, seeming to