Page 59 of Pooh

“Instead of a root beer, how about after dinner we make some smoothies?” Pippa bargains.

“What’s in a smoothie?” he asks.

“Fruit, yogurt, some…”

Craig starts making gagging sounds that interrupt Pippa. She glares at him. He glares back. I intervene before things get ugly.

“You eat a good dinner and I’ll make you a root beer float for dessert. How does that sound?”

Pippa’s glare turns my direction but Craig’s face lights up.

“What’s in a root beer float?”

“Root beer and vanilla ice cream. Deal?”

“I’ll eat a great dinner! I’d even eat cow shit to get a float!”

“Craig!” shout both women at the same time.

Craig is finally out for the night when Pippa nods her head toward the door. We carefully climb out of the fort and I follow her down the hall. Luckily, Tammy’s bedroom is on the other side of her ranch style home and I allow Pippa to pull me into her old bedroom. As soon as the door is shut, I slam my mouth down on hers. It’s been too long since the last time I got to hold her and kiss her the way she needs to be kissed.

I back her up against the door and sparks fly. So do our clothes. We’re both impatient to get the other one naked and it is, at times, both frustrating and awkward trying to undress each other in such a rush. The second the last of our clothes hit the floor, so does Pippa. She drops to her knees and I feel her mouth and hands all over my cock.

“Baby, fuck, that feels good,” I encourage as my hands find her nipple hoops and I give them a gentle tug. She moans and increases her tongue action. Yeah, I like piercings. Pippa has a hand at the base of my cock holding it steady while her lips and tongue wreak havoc on my senses. Her other hand is tugging on my ball sack and I know this can’t go on much longer or it will be the end of this interlude. I try to relax a bit and enjoy her efforts for a few minutes. When I start to feel a tingling at the base of my spine, I pull her to her feet and drop my mouth to her nipple.

Again, she moans. My girl likes her nipple play and I’m happy to give her that. I pick her up and carry her to the bed where I drop her lightly on her back. I push her knees up and out and drop down with my shoulders between them. Using my fingers, I spread her open and take one long lick. Tastes sweet as fuck and I want more. I drop my mouth to her pussy and start working her from opening to clit with my lips and tongue. I pull my mouth back long enough to suck a finger into my mouth and get it wet. Putting my mouth back on her, I slide that finger into her and pump it gently.

Pippa’s hands hit my head and I feel her tugging on my hair. Her knees are quivering and I increase my efforts. When I feel a hand leave my hair, I look up to see her pulling frantically on a piercing. That is a sight to see and it makes my cock instantly harder.

“You close, baby?” I ask already knowing that she is.

“Yeah, so close!”

I drop my face back to her opening, remove my finger, and start tongue fucking her while strumming her clit with my hand. My other hand slides down under her body until it finds her other opening and I insert my damp finger knuckle deep. Slow and steady, I rock it in and out of her in time with my tongue. It doesn’t take long and Pippa’s entire body stiffens and I feel a rush of moisture hit my tongue. I continue tormenting her body until I feel her relax slightly and then I sit up on my knees and stroke my cock.

“Birth control, Pippa? You on it? Or do you want a condom?”

“I’m on it. But use a condom, please.”

I lean up and over her and grab a condom out of my wallet. I tear the package open and slide the condom down my aching cock. As soon as it’s seated, I push both her knees to her chest, line up and watch as Pippa guides me into her heat. Fuck, she’s tight and hot. I stroke in and out once, gently, to allow her time to adjust to having me in her.

“Fuck me hard, Pooh. Please.”

I release her knees, angle my hips and thrust hard. Her arms come around my neck and our mouths meet. I thrust a few times, give a swirl, then thrust. Pippa plants one foot in the bed and wraps her other leg over my hips and I grab that leg and pull it higher. It changes the angle again and she moans long and low. I have a forearm planted in the bed next to her head and it gives me the leverage I need to slam into her waiting body.

“Love your pussy, baby. Take what I’m giving you,” I rasp out.

“I want it all, Pooh. Harder, baby, harder,” Pippa begs as she internally grips me.

“Fuck! You’re fucking perfect, Pippa!”

I change the angle again and start slamming into her hot, tight heat harder than before. It’s sliding her up the bed but she doesn’t seem to mind in the least.

“Baby, I need you to come. Do it, Pippa!”

And she does. Beautifully. I watch in awe at the beauty of her face in the throes of an orgasm and I don’t ever want to lose that look again. I feel her tighten and then I’m over the edge and joining her. A few more thrusts and I stop, deep within her, and breathe through it. When we both have come down, I glide in and out of her a few times, enjoying the feeling of being connected to Pippa.

When I stop gliding and stay planted in her, holding my weight off of her, her eyes open and they’re soft and so fucking beautiful, I have to catch my breath. I lean down and gently nip her full bottom lip and then rest my forehead in the pillow next to her face. I feel her hands gliding up and down my back and neck.

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