Page 77 of Oxygen Deprived

“I-ummm….” she hesitated. “It’s a romance.”

“Oh yeah?” I asked. “What kind of romance. Read me the last page you were on.”

She shook her head. “I can’t.”

“Why not?” I asked, letting my tongue snake out and lick her.

She shuddered the instant my tongue touched the lips of her sex, pushing back against my mouth, urging me to do more.

“Still,” I urged again, slapping the outside of her thigh with the flat of my hand.

She jumped, gasping, and said, “Jesus.”

She didn’t pull away, though.

Didn’t tell me to settle down…which she should have done.

No, what she did do, was encourage me.

She urged me on with her moans as she leaned her head further into the pillow, completely burying her face. Her hands gripped the comforter like her life depended on it, telling me without words that she liked what my tongue was doing to her.

I stiffened my tongue, running it from her clit to the entrance of her pussy, then sank it inside of her as deep as I could manage.

Her taste exploded on my tongue, and my cock, which had only been erect before, was now throbbing uncontrollably.

I would’ve spent a lot longer than a few long minutes getting her ready for me, but then her breath came out in shallow pants, and her voice cracked as she said, “I was reading erotica…and picturing you doing the things to me that were being done to the heroine.”

“Oh yeah?” I asked her. “I think I saw some new toys in a box. You want me to grab them?”

I wasn’t going to grab them.

This time was going to be fast.

Next time, though, I’d stretch it out.

Show her how good I could make her feel and how many times I could make her come.

“Condoms?” I asked her.

“Top drawer.”

I reached forward for the drawer as I undid my belt, followed by the button of my jeans.

Once undone, I let both my pants and underwear fall to the floor where I shoved them, and stepped out of them altogether.

My hand found the condoms, and I ripped one off and quickly tore it open, removing the condom and slicking it down over my cock.

This time the thing fit, and I was grateful.

I planned to do her rough, and I didn’t want to have to sit there worrying about whether the condom was coming off or not.

“You get my size, baby?” I questioned her, letting the length of my condom-covered cock work up and down the length of her sex, coating my dick in her juices.

She shook her head.

“Yes, sort of,” she groaned. “The owner of the company that sent the box to me sent some more…in the right size this time.”

I licked my lips, grasping the length of my cock and slapping it down again on her pussy.