Page 77 of Rejected Plus-Size Mate

“Gotcha!” she cries.

“Oh no,” I mutter helplessly. “Someone save me!”

“In the woods, no one can hear you scream.”

“Oh, that’s good news,” I say, smiling. “For you.”

She throws her head back and laughs, rocking back and forth a little before bringing her face close to mine again.

“I think I could make you scream,” she whispers, gently patterning her fingertips against my ribs.

“That’s not fair,” I chide her. “Tickling is against the rules.”

“Give me a red card, then,” she mutters, leaning in.

She kisses me, and I relax against the blanket, running my hands along her waist. Leslie presses down against my shoulders as she kisses me harder, teasing my lips and searching for my tongue with hers.

I grip her hips, moaning softly through our kiss as she starts to squirm on top of me. As she lowers herself down further, I can feel her pussy rubbing against my cock, close but not close enough.

She kisses me harder, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she squirms back and forth. I growl in frustration, grabbing her hips and trying to thrust, but she keeps me pinned,grinding against me so I can feel her hot, wet pussy, but I can’t reach it.

“No fair,” I mutter through the kiss. “Not fucking fair at all.”

“What?” she asks innocently. She pulls back a little and blinks her eyes at me, her face completely bewildered. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Leslie,” I growl, grabbing her arms and thrusting my hips towards her. She cocks her head to the side and digs her knees into my thighs, slipping just out of reach.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” she says softly. “Would you like me to stop?”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I gasp, tugging on her arms.

She laughs, leaning forward to kiss me. Her knees loosen a little as she writhes on top of me, and I feel her slick pussy grinding against my hard cock.

My whole body is trembling, begging for her, but she keeps kissing me and teasing me, moaning into my mouth. I recognize the sounds of her arousal and keep myself still, letting her writhe around.

“Oh, damn you,” she mutters. “Why do you have to be so fucking hot?”

“I don’t know,” I say, shrugging. “I could try to stop.”

She chuckles, reaching down with one hand. When her fingers grip my cock, a shock runs through me, and I let out a long, drawn-out moan.

“Oh, you like that?” Leslie asks, using her innocent tone again. “And this?”

She grips my cock and slowly strokes her hand up and down. I’m practically trembling under her now, a complete mess of lust.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Leslie,” I mutter. “Put it in, please.”

“Ha!” she crows in triumph. “Now I can, because you asked me so nicely.”

Her hand tightens on me, then I feel the slick lips of her pussy against the head of my cock. My body shudders as she lowers herself, and I feel my hard cock sliding into her. When Leslie sinks down completely, she leans back, grinding against me.

I throw my head back, crying out. Leslie braces her hands on my chest, sliding her hips back and forth. Slowly, at first, then faster and faster.

I look up and see her beautiful face above mine. Her eyes are wide, and her lips are luscious, red, and plump. She slows down a little, kissing me softly and stroking my face.

“I love you,” she says. Her whole body grips me as she whispers the words. Her legs, her hands, and the deepest muscles of her hot pussy.

“I love you, too,” I answer, looking into her eyes and brushing her hair off her cheek. I flex my body against her, and Leslie gasps as she feels my cock move inside her.

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