Page 58 of Maid in America

The ‘O’ sound hadn’t even come out of her mouth before he lifted her onto his lap. She clung to him, bare ass on undeniable display for anyone who dared to come through the unlocked door.

In one deft motion, he slid her lace thong to the side and drove her soaking-wet pussy down onto his cock.

She gasped.

“Shhhhhh.” He clutched her close by her rainbow hair, wrenching her toward his and pushing her down further on his dick by it until he was as deep as he could possibly be inside of her.

He kissed her, rocking her hips up and down upon his own with strong hands, pounding her pelvis down against him with raw aggression. She ground against him, desperate for friction, hand sliding down between them to play with her clit.

He groaned quietly in her ear. “Fuck, Aphrodite. You’re gonna make me cum.”

She kissed him hard, biting his bottom lip so roughly that he thought it might bleed. Even as he let her go, she pounded her pelvis against him harder, legs trembling.

Finally, she thrashed, flinging her head back, arching her spine, body shuddering in his lap.

He closed his eyes, squeezed both of her ass cheeks hard in his hands, and plunged up into her faster for his own release. He seized, arched feet shaking against the ground like the hooves of an unsteady fawn. Her hand slipped over his mouth. He ground his teeth tight, neck taut, veins popping as he came.

“Measurements are all set, Marcy. I’ll get these in the book, and our in-house tailor will get to work on it, Mr. Andrews,” Chastity said, nervously smoothing the fallen locks of rainbow hair coming out of the back of her bun.

“Thank you, Ms. Erikson. I was really worried that this was going to be an awful drag, but I must say, you made that averypleasant experience.”

Barrett turned toward Marcy at the desk and pointed to Chastity as she retreated back into the room with the platform.

“Top-notch customer service. If you guys have a questionnaire, I’d be happy to fill one out. I’m a very satisfied customer.”

Marcy seemed suspicious but returned her eyes to her paperwork. “I’m glad to hear it, Mr. Andrews. I’m sure the owner will be pleased to hear that.”

“We all set here?” Barrett tapped his fingers nervously on the counter, waiting for the girl to clear him to leave.

“Not quite. Just going through a few things to make sure we put the right order in. It looks like the Jessups picked pearl, coal, and ruby as their theme. Groomsmen all have pearl shirts, and it seems Ava left us a note here to put you in a ruby shirt with a pearl tie and pocket square.”

“It’s weird. I play dress up for my main job, and it doesn’t feel like nearly as much of a chore as all of this wedding stuff?”

“Oh yeah? What do you do?” She never looked up.

Barrett froze for a second, unsure how to answer it. His mind raced through several of his barely-there outfits during the last few days, and he suddenly felt ashamed of his new vocation.

“I… run… a playhouse. Outside of town,” he lied. “Like,wayyyoutside of town. We do a lot of Shakespeare. Boring stuff.”

That got her attention. “Oh,hugethespian here.”

“That’s awesome. Love you who love.”

She quirked an eyebrow at him and then continued, “IloveShakespeare. I actually was inRomeo and Julietin high school.”

“Oh, no way.” His eyes refused to blink as he mentally shit himself. “I’ll bet you were a top-notch Juliet.”

Her eyes met his, full of disappointment. “I was Lady Capulet, actually.”

“Bummer.” He looked around, eager to end the conversation.

“Yeah, and inMidsummer, I was—”

“Any way we could wrap this up? We’ve got auditions this afternoon, and it’s a long, loooong drive.”

“Ooooh, whatcha casting for this time? Othello?”

“Hamlet,” he said. It was the only other Shakespearean play he could name.

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