Page 5 of Swamp Kings 1

“You remember what we talked about?”

She nodded, positively. She remembered all the words he ever said, but… which words was he meaning? “About the… eating healthy?”

He put his forehead on hers with a sigh that put fear in her gut. “Everything is not about food, Phelony.”

She swallowed and nodded. “It is to me,” she barely whispered, honoring the honesty code she’d sworn to. “I’m trying to change it, I really am.”

“That,” he said, grabbing hold of her jaw, staring at her mouth. “You’re thinking I’m counting sins that only exist in your head and when I reach a certain number, I’m done and leaving. I’m not that man,” he swore, back to kissing her, delicately now. “I’m the man that stays ‘til you’re sick and tired of being sick and tired and then I stay some more. And cook all your favorite dishes. And feed them to you. Eat them off your pussy,” he murmured, tracing her lips with his tongue as a demonstration. Dear heaven and the holiest things.

God, thank you for my miracle man. Please help me think straight.

The urge to grab hold of his pretty face and show him what he meant to her didn’t get shoved aside. His hungry surprise put her on a roller coaster as she fulfilled that reckless fantasy, lowering to her knees and bringing his gasps and moans. Mercy, she could live on her knees with his beautiful cock in her mouth. Consuming his body was like divine food.She could have all she wanted and not gain a single ounce.

“Phelony,” he whispered, holding her head in his large hands.

He was so gentle. Until he took control. And oh, how she loved when he did. She moaned just right, letting him know it’s what she wanted most of all. And he was very good at reading all her secret sounds and looks, his lust becoming all knowing, his own moans telling her just how well he knew it. And loved it.

“You’re being my fucking good girl?” He grunted when she forced the head harder against her throat in answer, her nails raking his hot, hard, abs. “Your sexy mouth looks delicious wrapping my dick. I see what you like, baby. How you like it. And how you want it.” She moaned harder when he grabbed her perfect bun of curls in his fist and pulled so hard, his breaths hot. “You try to do everything alone, but I think you need somebodymakingyou do things right,” he whispered on thick breaths. “You wanna play that game with me, baby? You want me to make you be a good girl and punish you when you’re fucking bad?”

She gave her moans and nods, closing her jaw just enough to rake his silky, hard cock, loving how he reacted when she did. It always turned him up three more notches then sent him over the edge.

“Mmm,fuck,” he seethed, pulling her hair harder as he fucked her mouth so fast now. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” he ground out around sexy groans. She was horny out of her head now, drinking him down while knowing what was sure to come after. Her, always her.

He pulled her up and put her back against the shed, yanking at her blue jean button, his tongue in her mouth, licking with those hungry for more groans.

She helped get them to her knees and he stroked her folds, holding her jaw while he got back to his nasty kissing. He blasted a groan in her mouth, feeling her pussy. “Look how fucking drenched you are.”

She cried out around his tongue as he shoved two fingers in, his thumb pressing into her clit. Her closed legs made it feel so different, the restriction not at all hated as he fucked her pussy with a punishing jab.

“That’s what you needed?”

“Yes!” she cried, his groans threatening, promising worse things, things she always fantasized about.

“Succulent pussy,” he grit.

Her dirty secret man was there, playing. He lurked behind all his hot, sexy sounds. She tried again to become whatever might draw him out all the way—pathetic, helpless, desperate, begging. He seemed to like all those things, and she turned it up toone hundred, feeling his breath get ragged, his mouth more demanding. And those thrusts, lord have mercy, he was being so very rough now. So perfect. She wanted him to go wild on her, to know what that would feel like. But there was always something holding him back. She wished she knew what so she could smash it to smithereens.

“Oh! Theo!” she cried, getting his crushing mouth on hers, eating the orgasm from her breaths as he groaned and fingered her to heavenly pieces.

“Damn, that’s what I’m talking about,” he breathed, nibbling her gasping mouth. “You need these five fucking times a day.”

“Five,” she marveled, the word flying out between breaths as he grinned right on her astonished mouth.

“Six, if you prefer even numbers.”

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“Are you sure this is going to hold us all up?” Phelony whispered, crawling her way to the edge of the roof where a line of women lay sprawled and waiting with binoculars.

“This thing has withstood all the hurricanes,” Juliette assured.

“Hurry and park your fine ass, I think I hear them swamp dragons coming,” Tegan whispered.

“They’ll be coming from the back,” Mah-Mah reminded.

“Where’s my damn list of names?” Beth squealed.

“Right here,” Maggie giggled.

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