Page 137 of Bride of Choice

Not sure what to do with him at this point, I gave his head a gentle pat that had him purring.

Chest heaving like a bellows, he muttered something in Lo denaii into my breasts, and then grabbed my hips, lifting me up, tilting my lower half, and that once tamed beast pressed lower. Too low, In fact, sending his fully erect homeboy sliding between my butt cheeks.

The wetness covering his cock made for an easy glide.

A giggle of a noise left me as he grabbed my cheeks, squeezing them, his face still mashed in my breasts, and went to town.

Couldn’t say I’d ever been screwed with my butt cheeks, but here we were.

“Too low,” I blurted, but it was too late.

That trainwreck shot off and I found my front and backside looking like a freshly glazed donut.

Slumping down against me for a moment, chest heaving even harder, Odix was gentlemanly enough to roll off of me, flopping down beside me, when I made a distressed noise at his full weight pressing on me.

Rumbling something I didn’t understand, Odix lifted up to stare down at me. He got a good look at me and the soft look on his face turned into a scowl.

“Good first try?” I looked like a pancake, laid flat out, covered in sticky syrup. All I needed was a pat of butter.

Scowling down at my person so hard I’d think he was mad at my body, he leaned over and boldly yanked one of my legs open to shove his face right into my cunt.

As if he didn’t like what he found there, a deep snarl that rattled my nethers left him.

My body stiffened when it occurred to my mashed potatoes for brains just what or whom he was smelling. Rek.

Grabbing my hips, ignoring the cum covering just about every part of me but my pussy, he started off with soft, experimental laps at first, that quickly turned to deep stabs of his thick tongue that soon had me squirming and wriggling closer.

At the first clench of my channel around his tongue, he jerked back and grabbed his cock. He was still soft, which just caused even more frustration for him as he tired to put it inside of me and his floppy member refused to cooperate.

Reaching out, I softly murmured, “He just needs a minute. It’s okay. Give it a second and-”

My attempt at comforting him was met with his teeth clacking angrily in my direction and a snarl that had me jerking back and curling my arms into my chest protectively.

As if my reaction was enough to drag him from his sudden fit of pique, he lifted up and flopped back to his ass.

Sitting up, I scooted until my butt hit the wall, curling up and closing my legs.

A pained noise that struck me as apologetic left him.

Not sure what to do next, I waited.

A knock sounded on the door.

When neither of us made a move to answer it, the knocking grew louder.

“Ey! Ey! Open door! What Joansie do in there, eh? Huh?” Rek shouted.

Spying BOB buzzing away on the floor, Odix picked it up and handed it to me.

Realizing he wanted me to turn it off and hand it back to him as he stood there waiting, I did. Lifting it up, he had a good look at it, ignoring Rek and his caterwauling. A garbled scream left me as Odix lifted up BOB to his nose, inhaling the scent of satisfied pussy, and then slapped BOB as hard as he could over his knee.

“What the fuck?!” I screeched, hopping up to wrestle what remained of BOB from him.

Managing to grab one half, while he held onto the other like a drowning man to a life preserver, I smacked at him with my loose half as best as I could, demanding he hand the rest over.

Odix blocked and backed away as I came at him. Bumping into a chair, he knocked it over, then tripped on it.

“No,” he stubbornly grumbled as he landed flat on his back. Winded and fighting me as I jumped atop him, wrestling him for it, cursing his hide from here to eternity, he shoved the other half of BOB underneath him.

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