Page 10 of Maid in America

She nodded and swallowed hard.

He pulled off her shirt slowly, marveling at her breasts from above, ones pouring out of her grape-purple bra.

“Jesus,” he whispered, “you really are a Goddess.”

Barrett tugged her toward him until she was on the bed’s edge. He moved her fingers to the waistband of his jeans. Her eyes stayed locked on his as she unbuttoned them. He could feel his pounding pulse throb in his dick, one that was dangerously close to that smart mouth of hers.

She pulled the zipper and peeled the jeans down his muscular legs, smiling at the eager bulge in his underwear. She leaned back onto her elbows as he stepped out of the lump of indigo material.

Barrett unbuttoned hers, ridding two curvaceous legs of all material, tossing the pants carelessly over his shoulder.

He glimpsed the large, graceful tattoo of a blue orchid that wound from her hip to her ribcage, tracing the edges of it with his finger softly.

Her legs parted, slow and with intent, offering him an unimpeded glance at the crotch of her soaked sapphire thong. He could tell through the thin material that her pussy was hairless. She was bare and beautiful beneath. His favorite. He feared his knees might buckle at the sight.

He leaned in and kissed her, deep and hard, reaching a hand beneath the underwire of her bra to cup the excited mound of flesh beneath. His eyes bolted open, and his head cocked to the side like a dog, a smile spreading across his shocked face.

“Pierced nipples?”

She nodded, sliding a hand down beneath the waistband of his underwear and grabbing a handful of his marble-hard ass.

“Goddamn, Aphrodite, nowthatis fuckin’sexy.”

His thumb and forefinger teased the barbell, and she squirmed and smiled. He pried the cup of the bra up and drew the pink, studded bud into his mouth, playfully tonguing the metal. Every movement sent an unmistakable zing of pleasure through her, coaxing soft moans from her parted lips. It was music to Barrett’s ears, a sensual, seductive tune he wanted to play on an endless loop.

He reached around and deftly sprung her bra loose in one quick motion.

“Wow. Done this before, have you?” she joked breathlessly, pulling her arms from the straps and tossing the constrictive article over her shoulder.

He shrugged. “Once or twice.”

His mouth captured her other breast, and his torturous tongue flitted against the metal there, too. She hissed with pleasure.

Barrett kneeled on the bed, slipping between her thighs and forcing her back onto her elbows. He took a moment to appreciate the stunning creature beneath him, an image that blew every Victoria’s Secret model he’d masturbated to as a boy right out of the water.

He traced a hand up and down her stomach, settling his fingertips in the waistband of her panties. She tilted her hips, and he peeled them off. Her thighs parted wide for him. She was wet and smooth, and his breath caught at the sight of her, naked on his sheets, his erection throbbing painfully against his boxer briefs.

He pressed his hips against hers, his fabric-covered cock resting against her warm entrance. She writhed as he slidagainst her. He savored the way each small thrust made her gasp a little.

With hooked thumbs, she snapped his waistband, startling him with the unexpected sensation. She giggled, and its sweet sound made something inside him wild.

He rolled her onto her stomach and wriggled out of his boxer briefs. He pried her legs apart with his knees and pressed his hard cock against her.

“One,” she said.

“Excuse me?” He halted, still and throbbing.

“You can give me one…little…spanking,” she muttered breathlessly.

Barrett smiled. “My, you are justfullof surprises, aren’t you?”

He caressed the soft skin of her ass and then slapped it with his palm, watching it jiggle beneath the stinging force. Aphrodite moaned into the fabric, bucking up toward him as if her body was begging for another.

“Is that all you got?” she moaned into the pillow.

Barrett scooped up her hips, pulling her up onto all fours. “Keep it up, Sweetheart, and I’ll fuck the sass right out of you.”

“Promise?” She wiggled her naked hips, pussy wet.

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