to be healing
quickly.
After walking down to a bustling lobby, Cara got juice,
coffee, and two bran muffins. Once back in the room, she noted that she had
about two hours before setting out to visit Mick.
She reclined back on the bed and dove into Down and Dirty.
****
“That was a great wedding,” Tim said, his laughter cynical.
“Sure was.” Erin grinned, sashaying toward him.
“What’s on tap for this beautiful Saturday morning?” she asked, tugging at his
towel. It fell from Tim’s waist, pooling on the floor between them. His eyes
glittered as he slowly pet his cock. It lengthened under the workings of his own hand.
“Well, I know we’re going shopping,” he grinned. “It
wouldn’t be Saturday without a shopping spree,” Tim said, his tone darkening
with lust. “Before we cater to your needs, I’d sure like one of mine to be
met.” He settled on the edge of the vanity, his legs spread, his feet swinging
playfully. “Lose the towel, babe, bow before me and
suck my cock,” he whispered. “You do it so good.” Tim tilted his hips with
anticipation. His head fell back, preparing to absorb every wondrous sensation
of Erin’s mouth.
Heavy breaths rasped through the air. The steam
thinned, settling on their skin. Erin loved it when Tim got all dominant on
her. She ripped the towel from her moist body and began to sway her hips,
thrusting her breasts into his face. She cupped one and fed it to him as Tim
opened his mouth, growling at her.
“Yeah, babe, so hot.” He
licked her nipple, chewing on it briefly before Erin sank to the floor in front
of him. She took his cock in her warm hand, running the leaky tip up and down her
cheek, teasing him with what she knew was a wicked glint in her eyes. “Take
me,” Tim gasped, thrusting his hips.
Erin steered him between her lips, loving the feel
of his hot, stretched skin in her mouth. She drew him deep, sucking in her
cheeks, knowing how Tim loved that hollowed look on her face.
“Ah, fuck … that’s amazing.” His voice echoed off
the tiles as she angled her head, taking him into her depths. Tim grabbed a
handful of her hair, urging her to take even more. His fingernails dug into her
scalp. “I feel it, baby. That delicious churning before I come in your mouth. You gonna swallow all of me?” he asked, his tone wavering
with arousal.
Erin nodded, her head bobbing, her tongue washing
him with long, rhythmic strokes. Tim’s balls pruned in her
hand.
“Take it all, babe, yes,” Tim hissed, his muscles
going tight under her roving hands. Her pussy was tingling, soaked with the
excitement that his pleasure always brought her.
Milky heat soaked her mouth, a salty concoction that
always made her thirst for more.
****
Cara set the book aside, her body twitching. A thin
ribbon of heat expanded between her legs. She’d never had a man’s mouth on her.
Her vagina felt like a flower blooming under a hot sun. It always did when she
read, only to close again and never be watered.
That one night, when Cara thought she’d experience
what some of her characters did, ended with her hiding behind a veil that she
prayed would conceal and protect her from any gossip that had the power to
destroy what little reputation she had.
Maintaining any respect in The Hollow was hard
enough. Accepting a date from James Dugan was the biggest mistake Cara ever
made. Since then, she’d stuck with reading. It was safer.
James Dugan was the only guy who ever showed any interest
in her. The fact that she lived in The Hollow didn’t seem to matter to him, so
when he’d asked her out, Cara thought she better take the chance while she had
it.
Though he’d wined and dined her, looking back, Cara
supposed that James just assumed that where she came from gave him free license
to use her body.
He’d been notorious for smoking weed and dealing it
to most of the losers in her neighborhood. Cara didn’t like to smoke pot. It
made her lazy and depressed, only adding to her