Page 53 of Manny

I pout. “I want to play with it.”

He smiles against my mouth. “I’m not sure how much moreplayingI can handle.”

I fondle him, my palm stretching around his girth as our tongues meet. It’s hot and wet and so dirty. He’s not as thick as Bandit, but he’s just as long. Big dicks must be a thing around here and I’m not complaining. All I can think about is him inside me.

“You’re no fun.”

He yanks my sleep shorts down and I awkwardly pull them off, then I discard my tank. Suddenly, I remember my scar. I always cover it because it’s a self conscious scar that brings back a flood of memories. One hand darts there and Manny lowers his gaze. “You okay?”

I nod.

“Want to talk about it?”

I shake my head.

“I won’t touch you there if you don’t like it.”

I swallow hard. “It’s okay. I mean, it’s ugly?—”

He leans up, his lips close to mine. “Nothing about you is ugly.Got me,Chantilly?Nothing.”

Tears prick my eyes. The guys I’ve been with, of course, asked me about it and how I got it. Some of them wouldn’t let up until I told them the story, which killed the mood. I love how Manny doesn’t push.

I’m fully naked on top of him, and I feel safe. Pushing all negative thoughts out of my head and ripping off his t-shirt, I smooth my hands over his chest, enjoying the feel of his hot,smooth skin. I love the rose tattoos covering one arm. It’s so Manny.

He’s so beautiful it hurts, and his perfect hair is something out of a men’s style magazine, though right now, he looks like we’ve just got done fucking. Oh, we’re only getting started, and taking it slow like this is making my pussy weep.

“You won’t be saying that when you’ve had my tongue inside you.” My eyes almost bulge out of their sockets, but he just laughs. “Rub against me. Let’s get off together.” He runs his hands up my body, sending a tingling sensation down my spine.

“That feels so good.”

“You have a beautiful body, Lace.”

I want him inside, but he’s right. If we don’t actually have sex, then it’s not really a thing, right? I don’t know who needs more convincing, but I do know I want to get off. Ineedit.

He cups my ass, and I position myself so my pussy presses against his dick. The second we touch, we both groan. “Oh, yes,” I sigh.

“Rub that perfect little clit over me, honey, that’s it. Up and down, look how pretty we are together.”

Honey.This man is my undoing.

I hold onto his shoulders while he watches my breasts bounce, his hands roaming my body as I slide my pussy along his cock, his piercings scraping against my sensitive flesh. “That feels so good.”

He grips one hand behind my neck and says, “As good as he makes you feel?”

I nod.

“Tell me what he did.”

I take a breath. There’s no point lying, and this is making us both hot. “He fucked me over a desk.” I don’t tell him who’s desk or where, of course. “We were all hands, and he fucked me so hard.”

“Did you come?”

“Yes, so quickly.”

“Did you suck his dick?”

I moan as he plucks my nipples. “Yes.”

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