Page 41 of Sweet Pea

His hand pressed against my mound and he gave me a gentle tap. “Soaked.”

I hummed in response.

“Tonight,” he whispered, slipping two fingers inside me again, “this is mine for the taking whenever I so desire. You will be open to me, literally, all night.”

“I—”

“You set the tone, Callie, when you chose to go bare, so you’ll obey me in this.”

“I wasn’t going to argue,” I said, unable to stop a grin.

“Like that you’re a fast learner, baby.” He spread me slightly, rolled on a condom, then slid his cock inside of me. “This is gonna be quick.”

“You can make it quick, but make my ass red, okay?” I begged.

“Jesus,” he hissed, slamming into me, but honoring my request by palming my ass in time with his hips.

“Now, Pea,” I cried as an orgasm washed over me, squeezing the sofa arm as ecstasy swamped me. “Oh, god.”

He continued to thrust, then he grunted, his body covering me, his hands landing on each side of mine as his dick pulsed inside of me. “You better pack some baby wipes,” he warned.

I licked my lips and nodded. “I should probably pack some panties, too, huh?”

That earned me a smack on my ass and I grinned. “I won’t wear them, I promise. I’ll have them just in case.”

“I’ll allow it.” He pulled out of me and walked toward my bathroom. “Don’t move.”

He returned with a warm washcloth and cleaned me up, then slid my skirt back down and turned me to face him, kissing me gently. “You look beautiful, baby.”

“You could have led with that.”

He chuckled. “You threw me with the no panties business.”

“Next time I’ll wait for you to tell me I’m beautiful, then throw you with the ‘no panties business,’” I promised, and slid my hand between his legs, cupping him over his jeans. “I want a chance to taste you tonight, okay?”

He grinned, leaning down to kiss me. “Yeah, baby, I can make that happen.”

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Sweet Pea

My dick was still hardas we left for the party, and I had to resist the urge to take her back inside and fuck her ten ways from Sunday.

I was not prepared for her to be ‘up’ for play, and I was beginning to see there were layers to Callie Ames that I looked forward to peeling away.

“Oh my god, you own an R8 coupe?” she breathed out and I raised an eyebrow.

“I do. Do you like it?” I asked, holding the passenger side door for her.

“I love it. Audi makes an incredible car.”

“That they do,” I agreed and closed her in, jogging to the driver’s side and sliding in beside her.

“So, what should I expect tonight?”

“Given your good taste in cars and men, I think you’ll have a good time.”

“I’m used to stuffy, lawyer-filled cocktail parties that I can’t wait to leave the moment I arrive.

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