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“Give me back my babies…” Tim said, grinning at Goliath. “Before you get down and dirty here.”

Back to blushing, I picked up Drew, uncaring I was smearing goo and dirt over my clothes. “See ya.”

Laughter followed us all the way back to the truck.

Drew kissed the bouncing pulse under my ear. “How fast do you suppose you could get us back home?” His hand traveled down my chest, heading straight for a nipple.

Fast.I panted.Real fast.

Chapter Sixteen

Drew

The drive home got really interesting when I stripped out of my dirty clothes, leaving them in the footwell as I reached to stroke my cock. The truck shuddered around the next bend, and I grinned at how white Goliath’s knuckles were as we took the next exit, my knee bouncing off the door.

I made a show of sucking the fingers Burke had clutched at, making them drip as I lowered them and teased the rim of muscle guarding my ass.

Please,he begged.

Please what? Shove my finger deeper? Add another so I can stretch my hole ready for you?

I flooded his mind with how tight my ass was as I thrust two fingers into my now slick hole. My excitement was being fed by my stalk’s desperation.You won’t ever block me again, will you?

He shook his head, curses filling my mind as he slammed on the brakes, making the truck shudder to a stop at the lights. His gaze moved to me, and I witnessed how crazy he was to touch me.

Nope. You can only watch me.

“I’m sorry. Really, I am.”

“Are you sure?” I groaned, spearing deep, my thighs quivered. My cock lay heavy against my stomach. “I think I need tohammer my point home.” I increased the speed of my fingers as a car horn honked behind us.

He groaned, and we took off, hands back to white knuckling the steering wheel, his eyes not moving from the windscreen.

“I’m so close to coming. One more finger crammed in my ass…” I paused to give myself a second to stop myself from losing control. “Maybe I need your tongue crammed in there with my fingers.”

He mewled, and tires screeched before we came to an abrupt stop. He was out of the truck before I could blink. My door swung open, and he was on his knees, shifting my legs until they were over his shoulders. My ass was on full view, fingers buried deep.

I moaned in approval when he waited for me to say he could do what I wanted. Desperation poured through my link, but he waited like the amazing stalk he was. “Fuck me with your tongue,” I demanded, not in the least bit bothered that anyone could drive up to the house and see me looking like a wanton llama.

He licked around my fingers, teasing the loosened muscle before he wriggled it in. He took his time, inching it in as the burn increased. It was nowhere near what it felt like to have his cock inside me, but it was good, for starters.

His groan vibrated through my ass and straight to my cock as he tasted me.

“That’s it, my giant stalk.” I gasped, moaned, and rolled forward until his mouth got mashed into my ass. “Eat me until I come on your big fat tongue.”

He pushed as deep as he could, whimpering with every dirty demand. My fingers were trapped, squashed in my hole as he thrust, then latched his mouth around my hand and hole. “Suck me until I’m sopping wet and ready to take that monster between your thighs.”

His tongue jerked inside me and hit just the right angle to push my fingers repeatedly against my sweet spot. The suction increased as his thoughts poured into my mind.

Taste so good.

Need to get deeper.

Wanna feel your ass clench around my tongue when you come.

I squeezed my ass, and the groans and whimpers increased. I felt him crest towards his own release.

No coming. Not until you’re deep in my ass.

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