Page 88 of Stroked Hard
Clearing her throat, she sips her coffee and looks at me from over her mug. “Then why are you blue?” she asks with annoyance.
“Blue for lust and hot stuff, I’m lusting over you.” I wink and nod my head. Proud of myself, I cross my arms over my chest.
Her mouth drops open a mere inch as she studies me. Sitting back in her chair, she sets her coffee down and begins to slow clap. Fucking ball-buster. “Wow, and the award for the cheesiest dickhead in the room goes to Hollis Knightly.”
Never letting an opportunity to be a smart-ass slip by me, I stand at the table, take hold of Mrs. Butterworth, that syrupy bitch, and hold her to my chest. “I don’t know what to say.” I wave my hand in front of my eyes. “I would like to thank Boo and Bear, Melony’s tits, for being so incredibly perky all the time. Nipples, what can I say? You were on point last night. To the sweet pussy that ate up my dick last night and on the kitchen counter this morning, your clenching walls will forever be branded on my cock. And lastly, to the finger that pushed on my perineum, may your digit forever be plated in gold for making my dick grow an extra two inches. God bless you, finger, God bless you.”
Sitting down, I take a sip of coffee from my mug with a smug smile and wait for her reaction. Guaranteed eye-roll coming my way.
“Boo and Bear?” she asks, slightly surprising me from lack of contempt in her eyes.
“Yeah.” I point to her tits with two fingers. “Boo Bear. I named them.”
Lifting her shirt, exposing her glorious chest, she asks, “All right, which one is boo and which one is bear?”
“Clearly the left one is bear.”
“Why is that clear?”
“Because,” I say simply, “it’s furrier than the right.” It takes everything in me to hold back the smile that wants to blast past my lips.
Her mouth opens in shock and she drops her shirt. Lifting off her chair, she charges at me, causing me to laugh. “My boobs aren’t furry.” She tries to tickle-pinch me but all I do is pull her onto my lap that is now covered by my shorts. I may cook naked but eating naked at the table . . . I have some manners.
“I didn’t say boobs, I just said one boob was furry,” I tease.
“You’re the worst.” Her finger connects with my nipple and pinches . . . hard.
“Fucking hell,” I yell, grabbing her finger. “Damn woman.”
“Say it,” she threatens, a smile on her face and determination in her eyes.
“Say what?”
“Say I don’t have hairy nipples.”
I sigh and twist my face apologetically. “Sorry, baby, I’m not really into the whole lying thing just to please.”
Forgetting her pinching attempts, she takes a different approach, light in her eyes from what’s to come next. I don’t see it coming until I feel her warm heat starting to rock against my cock. Oh shit, she’s bringing her A-game.
Moving her hair to the side with one hand, she tilts her head to the side and pulls on the neckline of her shirt, exposing her breast,Bearto be exact, while she continues to rock on my now hardening cock.
“Say it,” she says in a sexy voice, biting her lip after.
Oh, fuck me.
I grip her hips and help them ride me, loving the way I can feel her pussy against the rigidness of my dick. For a brief moment, I stare at our connection, loving the way her hips seductively move against me and take note to have her ride me in bed.
“Say it,” she repeats.
“Babe, do you really think I like sucking on a Chewbacca nipple? Come on, you know your boobs are perfect.”
“And . . .” She shifts on my lap.
“And hairless,” I groan out.
Releasing her shirt, she pushes my chest and gets up. “That’s right they are. Don’t make that mistake again.”
What? Looking down at my lap, my dick is popping up, completely aroused. She smirks and saunters away, plate and coffee mug in hand.
