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My man simply held my plus-sized body up with sheer brute strength. My legs were draped over his shoulders, his hands gripped my inner thighs, spreading my lips, and he pounced, making out with my pussy like it was the best fucking thing he ever had.

“Fuck. So wet. So fucking delicious,” he growled, his heated words warming my core.

“David,” I whimpered, rocking my hips, and trying to keep up with his maddening pace.

I’d never driven a man to that kind of passion before. My heart raced. My back arched. My entire body went taut like a piano wire.

David hummed appreciatively, the sound reverberating against my sex. Then he plunged two thick digits into my cunt, and I exploded into pure, unadulterated bliss.

Next thing I knew, he was standing with me in his arms, his thick dick slamming inside of me, dragging my orgasm out and bringing me to peak pleasure all over again. He pulled out before long, pumping his cock twice before coating my belly in his warm cum.

And it was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever seen.

Holy shit.

I was in big trouble with this man, and I knew it.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN-BUCK

Day 7 of Block Party Prepping (3 to go)

I was all but done with pickling for the block party.

Yeah, I could have stayed away from the store, and left Jan to herself.

But why the fuck would I do that?

The woman was irresistible. Too good for me, for sure. But I was addicted and there was no giving her up.

Not for me.

“What are you working on today?” I asked, watching her grate some lemon zest.

“Today I am working on a mixed citrus marmalade with mint and a tequila infusion,” she said, with a gorgeous grin on her lips.

“Damn, that sounds good,” I said, coming up behind her and wrapping my arms around her waist.

I loved the feel of her, so soft and supple beneath my hands. I just couldn’t stop touching this woman.

“Mm, don’t distract me, I have work to do,” she said, and I smiled, kissing her neck before stepping back.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Jan Baby. Now, do your best. I expect a good competition.”

“And good is what you’ll get. So good, I’m going to win,” she sassed.

My dick was so hard, it was almost painful. But I knew she needed to work, so I contented myself with plans for later.

Leaving her to it, I went to the front room to do another round of scrubbing before the block party.

I had to do something to get my mind off Jan. Just counting the hours until I was buried inside her wasn’t enough.

Goddamn, I was an addict where she was concerned.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN-BUCK

Day 8 of Block Party Prepping (2 to go)

Jan and I actually agreed that we would set up the store and open the doors on the day of the block party, offering samples of our wares to the locals as well as Mr. Jones.

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