Page 68 of S.O.S. Billboard

“I…” O’Shea swallowed hard. “I didn’t know I could do that.”

Yes! Ifthatwasn’t an ego-builder, Billboard didn’t know what was. To have been the first…

“Shall we see if we can do it again?” he posed, only half joking.

At her wonderous, yet sated nod, Billboard quickly got off the bed and removed his jeans and briefs. He didn’t think he could get any harder, but as O’Shea’s greedy gaze took in his length, he swore he gained another half inch of circumference.

Reaching into his pocket for a condom, he threw his discarded clothes on top of O’Shea’s on the floor, and slowly rolled on the latex.

“Hurry,” she said, extending her arms and wiggling her fingers at him.

He didn’t need any more urging than that.

Billboard felt that if he suddenly gave over all control of his body to his dick, the randy thing—without question—would find its way to O’Shea.

He tried to maintain a certain swagger as he headed for the bed, but failed monumentally when his toe caught on the bedspread and he tripped his way onto the mattress.

Fuck!

He groaned and shook his head, rolling to his back beside O’Shea. “Geezus, that was smooth.”

He could feel his cheeks reddening, and his dick deflating just a bit.

O’Shea giggled. “You didn’t hurt anything, did you?” she asked cheekily. “I’d hate to think that instead of more orgasms, we’re off to the ER.”

“No way,” Billboard grumbled. “The only thing hurt is my pride. Give me a minute.”

Billboard glanced over and saw that O’Shea was slowly and provocatively removing her shirt, followed by the popping of the front clasp of her sexy-as-hell pink bra.

She certainly knew how to distract him.

Fuck yeah.He immediately got his second wind; his cock at full staff again the minute O’Shea uncovered those magnificent nipples.

He rolled over toward her. He palmed. He sucked, and plucked. And as she spread her legs beneath him, he moved to a position above her and his dick slammed home.

“Billboard!” O’Shea screamed.

Fucking hell! “Shit! I’m so sorry. That was—”

“—the best move, ever,” O’Shea snarled. “Now work that ass, Billboard,” she ordered as she grabbed two handfuls of his posterior and jerked him in tight.

“Yes, Ma’am,” he agreed heartily.

Billboard began a rhythm as old as time, but this, with O’Shea, seemed like a brand-new deal. Had he ever been so aware of every part of his body; his lips drinking O’Shea in, his chest bumping up against her hard peaks, his cock drenched as it dragged in and out of her sweet puss, and his hands as they roamed freely over every inch of skin he could reach?

The answer was easy.

No.

And he wanted it to go on forever.

He wanted to finish inside her with a howl.

He wanted her to go all multi-orgasmic on his dick.

He…

…couldn’t hold off any longer.

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