Page 49 of Oh, Hell No

Her chest rose and fell with a deep breath while she kept kneading her tit. They were big and heavy. I’d knead them, too, if I could. Feel their weight.

Her other arm moved, and my eyes shot to that hand to see it slide over her open thigh as she uncrossed her legs and then bent her knees, placing the bottom of her feet on the cushion. I jerked open the bathroom door and rushed inside, locking it before unfastening my jeans.

“Fuck, darlin’,” I breathed. “Goddamn, that’s a pretty sight.”

The first finger she slid into her slick pink folds caused her to moan and lift her hips off the sofa.

Pull that tank up. Please pull it up.

I’d gotten a full frontal of them this morning, but I wanted to see them while she was finger-fucking herself.

That one finger pumped in and out slowly as she moved her hips. Her head back and eyes closed. There wasn’t any hair. She was bare. I was able to see that from behind, it looked shaved, but I couldn’t tell if there was a landing strip in the front or not.

“Ooh,” she moaned, just as I got my hand around my cock.

Shit. If she got vocal, I was going to come fast.

“Yesss, please.” Her needy tone was so damn hot.

“Who are you thinking about, darlin’? It’d better be me, or I’ll have to go kill a man.”

The idea of her thinking about some other man while she did this pushed me close to an edge that could be dangerous. Might be better if I turned off the volume, but I wasn’t going to. I wanted to hear the sounds she made.

A second finger sank inside her, and she pressed her chest out as her other hand left it to move to her thigh. She opened her eyes and ducked her head to look down at herself. I pumped harder. With her second hand, she pulled her lips open, and I gripped the edge of the sink.

“Lick me,” she begged. “Show me.”

Fucking hell! I would do anything to have my head between her legs right now. I knew how good it tasted. She used the hand holding open her folds to start rubbing her clit.

“Oh,” she panted. “Yes. That’s it. Lick me there.”

“Keep that up, and I’m gonna have a hard time not doing just that the next time I get you alone,” I snarled.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she panted, then bit her lip and tilted her head back with a look of pleasure on her face.

I’d thought she couldn’t be any more beautiful, but I’d been wrong. That was the kind of art that deserved to be worshipped.

Her abused lip popped free as she opened her mouth with a cry. “OZ! Yes!”

There was no time for my balls to tighten and warn me of the nearness of my ejaculation. Cum exploded out of me, and my knees buckled while my body jerked with each thick rope that pumped out.

“Yes. Oh, yes,” she moaned through her orgasm, a soft smile on her lips.

I savored every second of it. That had been my mouth on her sweet pussy. She’d closed her eyes, and it had been me.

Was this why she called her vibrator Oz Jr.? Had it always been me? How long had it been me?

Her hands went to the tops of her thighs as her feet slid off the sofa and to the floor. A small laugh came from her, and she then let out a growl of frustration.

“You are crazy. You need to seek help!”

My breathing was slowing, but my heart still thudded against my chest.

“Who are you talking to?” I asked, amused, while she sat up, then covered her face with her hands.

“UGH! You have to stop getting off to that man. It is not mentally sane.”

I chuckled. “Come on, darlin’. It’s not a bad thing. Think of it as saving lives. Because if another man’s name comes out of your mouth while that sweet pussy comes, he’ll have to die.”

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