Page 33 of Securing the Odds

Unable to resist, he leaned down and nuzzled her ear. “The directions talked of cups and tablespoons.” He faked a shudder. “Not to mention, there was a package with some strange orange powder inside the box.”

“That’s the cheese sauce,” Tammy giggled, tipping her head, giving him free access to her neck.

He didn’t hesitate to take it. “That shit’s not cheese,” he mumbled into the hollow of her throat.

When she moaned, he sucked harder. “What is it then?”

“What is what?” he asked, distracted while popping the buttons on her top.

He captured a nipple and sucked it into his mouth.

“Um… What were we talking about?” She grabbed at his shoulders as he bowed her back.

“How I’m planning to fuck you on the kitchen counter.” He moved from one breast to the other.

“Oh,” she sighed. “That’s a good conversation.”

He moved her back until she butted up against the breakfast bar while peeling her top down her arms. “An even better one if we start speaking in sign language.”

Her hands hit the counter, holding on as he took a knee to nuzzle her stomach. “I don’t—” She gasped when he tongued her navel. “I don’t know sign language.”

He tugged at her pants, sliding them down her legs. “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you.”

He gripped her ass and covered her pussy with his mouth, sucking at her lips until she was squirming before sliding a tongue through her folds.

Tipping his head back, he explained, “That means, ‘I love the way you taste.’”

She gazed down at him, eyes glazed, lips slightly parted. “How do I say, ‘I want more?’”

Fuck, she was killing him. His dick was so hard, it ached. “Lick your lips.”

As he watched, her tongue peeked out, wetting her lips. He unfastened his jeans, pulling his cock out and took himself in hand.

Her eyes fell to his movements. “How do I say… ‘I want you in my mouth?’”

Standing, he gave his dick a few pumps. “You get on your knees.”

Kicking all the way out of her pants, she knelt in front of him, holding on to the backs of his thighs. “How do I say, ‘I want to know howyoutaste?’”

He took a deep breath. “You put my cock in your mouth.”

She opened, and he guided the tip of his dick between her parted lips, hissing in a breath, his nostrils flaring, as she sucked him deeply into her mouth. He gripped the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair and pulling, at the feel of her tongue running down the length of his shaft.

“Fuck.” His shout echoed through the kitchen as she worked him. Then her hand moved to his balls, and he was a goner. He tugged at her hair. “Pull up, I don’t want to come in your mouth.”

Achingly slow, her mouth traveled up his dick until she reached the tip where she paused to flick her tongue through the slit.

“Sweetheart, you’re playing a dangerous game.”

A slow, sly smile formed on her lips. “How do I say… ‘I want you inside me?’”

He helped her to her feet, then lifting her under the arms, planted her ass on the counter. “You spread your legs for me.”

He stripped from his clothes, his eyes locked on her pussy and the bead of her cum that slowly slipped from her.

Reluctantly, he pulled his eyes up to hers when she said, “How do I say, ‘I want you to make me come?’”

Taking the few steps that separated them, he stepped between her legs. “You take me in hand and put me inside you.”

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