Page 111 of The Stud

Keep riding the orgasmic wave that’s feeding scrumptious heat to every starving cell in my body.

“You’re such a fucking beauty taking all my cum like this,” Tanner pants, grip around my throat finally loosening. “Don’t spill a goddamn drop.” Pleased hums and licks are littered across the space closest to him. “I want you to drip it all over my tongue.”

The jaw dropping declaration is immediately executed.

One minute I’m on my side and the next I’m on my back.

Legs swung over his shoulders.

Heels needily kicking him in the back as he lazily laps up the filthy mixture we just made.

One swirl flows into two.

Two transitions into three.

And three becomes four and five and six while each set of my fingertips latch onto our separate locks eager to tug them in tandem.

My eyes squeeze shut at the same time my back begins to arch on a hoarse howling of his number, “Twenty-ei-”

“Happy birthday!” abruptly exclaims a feminine voice I wasn’t expecting to hear.

At least not now.

You know.

With my boyfriend’s face between my legs!

“Mom!” is squawked during my blanket grabbing scrambling.

“Mom?!” echoes Tanner while trying to snatch it away from me to cover his chest.

“What are you doing?!” I slap his hand, forcing him to relinquish his hold. “Why are you trying to cover your tits?!” Moving the blanket to hide mine is done on a juvenile glare. “You don’t even have any!”

“Cock!” he shouts back in a fluster, a secondary effort being made to shield himself again. “Bloodyhell, Ducky! I’m trying to cover my cock!”

“Please do!” shouts my dad from the other room. “Please don’t have your balls or tits hanging out at breakfast!” The shortest pause in the history of pauses is taken. “Gracias!”

Mom briefly shuts her eyes, shakes her head in amusement, and sighs, “We’ll see you two outtherein a minute.”

Shutting my dark, double arched doors with her on the other side leaves us alone to sharply turn to one another and enter into an exasperated, hushed conversation with him at the helm, “Did you know they were coming?!”

“Do you honestly think I would’ve been screaming like a fan in a sold-out crowd if I had?!” I hiss as I slide off the side of my low to the ground, four poster bed.

Tanner doesn’t hesitate to shoot me an arrogant beam. “Pretty sure you were screaming louder than that.”

“I can never scream again,” is thrown back before snatching his tan sweater from last night off the floor. “How does that sound?”

“Like I am beingpunishedfor using my silky mitts rather thanpraised.” The playful pout is presented between dressing actions. “You know I’m like Bear. I prefer positive reinforcement.” He reaches for his boxer briefs on a puzzled hum. “And speaking of my four-legged adopted child…”

There’s no stopping the grin that grows from the choice phrasing; however, Icanhide it.

And do by letting my attention fall to the ground so that my messy hair blocks my face.

“Where was the warning of intruders?!”

The question summons my stare back to his. “They’re not introducers. They’re his grandparents.”

“Fair…however, a little bark, bark you are not alone, would have been useful.” His smile shifts into another obnoxiously arrogant one. “Then again, who is to say he didn’t try, yet was drowned out by your screaming.”

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