Page 42 of Rent Free

Her mouth fell open, and her eyes started to roam down the length of my bare chest.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” I teased.

She licked her lips. “I’m on my period.”

I snorted. “Periods only bother boys, honey. I’m a man.”

She blinked rapidly, her mouth opening and closing like a fish.

Kicking off my shoes, I went to work on my jeans.

Her eyes traced every single move I made.

It was only as I was reaching for her towel that she said, “Now w-what are you doing?”

I laid the towel down on the bed and said, “If we’re going to make a mess, I don’t want to have to change your sheets after.”

She shivered, her eyes heated, as she watched me smooth the towel down in the middle of the bed.

Turning back to her, I removed my underwear, then said, “Suck me.”

Her eyes moved lower and widened.

I wasn’t as big as she was making me seem, but damn was she good for my ego.

“Suck,” I reminded her.

She dropped slowly to her knees, her little hand already reaching out for my erection.

Her fingers closed over it, and my cock twitched.

A bead of pre-cum wept from the tip, and she leaned forward and swiped it away with her pink tongue.

I growled, eyes closing, and waited with barely concealed impatience while she made her next move.

“Fuuuccckkk,” I growled when she licked the length of me with the tip of her tongue.

My eyes snapped open when she closed her mouth over the weeping head.

For long minutes, I stood there, curling my toes in the plush carpet, as she went to town on my cock.

I counted back from two hundred, and when I got to one, my patience was at an end.

Bending down, I caught her around the hips, tossed her over my shoulder, and walked toward the bed.

She landed with a gasp, right where I wanted her over the white towel.

“Don’t move,” I ordered as I crawled onto the bed between her thighs.

She tried to close them, but I forced them open again, my eyes going to her pussy and taking it in.

Her pussy was wet, but I could see blood there, mixed with her arousal.

I’d never been the kind of guy who cared about periods.

The only thing wrong with them was that they were an inconvenience.

But when you were at home, with access to a shower and towels, period sex was a hell of a lot easier.

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