Page 26 of Manny

My cock is gonna get strangled when I’m allowed inside here.Fuck yeah.

“Oh, God,” she cries.

I slide my finger in and out, suckling on her tit as I grip it in my hand, raising it to meet my greedy mouth. “So wet,” I mutter.

“Please.”

“Please, what?”

“Oh, Band?—”

“It’s Jonah,” I warn. “That’s what you call me when we’re like this.” I slide another finger inside, stretching her.

“Yes.”

“You’re so ready for my cock already, aren’t you? My dirty little girl,” I mutter against her flesh.

She squeezes her hands around my head, gripping my hair and it takes all my might not to shove my jeans down, line up and sink into her wet heat. She’d let me. Despite Manny’s ridiculous rules. What is he? The fuckin’ King of New Orleans?

“I want you,” she breathes.

My cock jerks in my jeans. “You have your stupid little rules,” I taunt. “Not my fault your little roommate is gonna ruin this for the both of us.”

I know my fingering is sweet torture, because her breath hitches as I brush her clit again with my thumb and she thrusts against me. I let her, enjoying how she looks like this. The flush that washes over her pale cheeks has my dick aching to be inside her.

“Stupid rules,” she agrees. Then she comes again, grabbing at my shoulders as I enjoy every single pulse. I pull my fingers out, then drag them up to my mouth, sucking on them. Her eyes go wide as I taste her juices.

“Fuck,” I groan. “This sweet pussy is delicious.”

She reaches for me, but I pull back, taunting her some more. I adjust my dick as her eyes drop to the movement and I see her throat bob. I’m not even bragging about it. I’m big. And this beautiful little pussy is gonna be choking my cock before she can even blink.

Then I hear it; the straight pipes. There is no mistaking the sound of a Harley with pipes like that; it tells me Manny’s coming.

I smirk. “You okay, babe?” She hasn’t registered the noise yet. “You want me to sprawl you out on Manny’s counter and fuck you over it?”

She bites her lip, contemplating the very idea. The rumble gets closer and she blinks. “Shit!”

I snicker. “You good?”

She slides off the counter, tugging at the straps of her bra and I revel in watching her trying to get her tits back in the cups. She tries to straighten the rest of the crumpled dress out as I watch. I’m an asshole for not offering to help. Instead, I pull her closer to me, cupping her face. My tongue invades her mouth and she groans. She can taste herself on my tongue and I want her to know that I like it.

I grab her hand, sliding it down to my cock. “This is what you do to me.” I press her palm against me. She doesn’t even cover half my dick with her whole hand. It’s amusing. “This big dick is gonna be yours,Lacey.All you gotta do is say the words.”

Her eyes dart to the door, then back to me. “Fine. Okay, but we’ve gotta…” She pulls her hand away, still staring down at my dick, a soft curse on her lips as I grin. “I’ve gotta pull myself together. Manny can’t know.”

“Is this gonna be our dirty little secret?”

She ties her dress back together as I bend down in front of her and look up.

“What are you doing?” She’s frantic.

“Panties.”

“Huh?”

“Panties. They’re mine.”

“But he’s…”

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