Page 82 of S.O.S. Mizzay

Sexy as hell.

“Didn’t I just see you this morning?” Andy chortled as Cobble kissed his way down the column of her neck.

“Yes.” He barely came up for air to answer. “But since then, you were almost run off the road and killed by a maniac, you had to go into a house that could have been rigged with any kind of boobytrap; nerve gas, poison darts…” Cobble choked up. “And I felt certain there’d be another ambush of some kind. Possibly here.” He took a deep breath. “I hate that you were in danger because of me.”

Her fingers found his scalp where she massaged slowly and languidly.

A growl of satisfaction emanated from his throat and his dick hardened.

“Better?” she asked cheekily.

“Inside. Now,” he rasped, almost not recognizing his own voice.

Huh.As long as he was a grunting fool, he might as well roll with the caveman vibe. “I am going to lick you until you scream.”

Andy arched under him and purred. “Right back attcha, doll,” she responded, pulling his head down and sucking his earlobe into the warm cavity of her mouth.

Cobble wasn’t quite sure how he orchestrated it, but the next thing he knew, they were out of the car, Andy was in his arms, and he was kicking in the door to the house—which, thankfully he’d left ajar. He marched them toward the kitchen.

“I thought we were going to…ya know?” Andy said flirtingly, finding and pinching one of his nipples through his T-shirt.

“We are. But I like to eat at the counter sometimes,” he managed, already picturing her sweet pussy, splayed open for him as she perched her pert little ass on the Formica.

“But then I can’t reciprocate,” Andy pouted.

He knew by her squirming and the way she was rubbing her thighs together, that she wasn’ttoovested in having a bilateral arrangement.

“Later,” he groaned. “Right now, this is all about you.”

As if he’d said the magic words, Andy finally relaxed in his arms and snuggled into his pecs.

His chest swelled with love.

He was going to make this so good for her.

She deserved it.

****

An hour—or maybe it was two—later, after licking Andy to completion on the counter, they’d moved to the couch where she’d knelt on the floor between his legs. Fondling his balls, she’d sucked him straight to heaven.

They’d then moved things to the bedroom where his cock had taken over, plunging into her waiting warmth until they’d both detonated; twice more for her, and once, mind-explodingly, for him.

“I don’t know about you,” he yawned, “but I’m going to sleep like the dead tonight.” He was murmuring into the top of her head as they snuggled happily under the blankets, post coitus, or whatever the hell the plural of that might be.

She made an “mmm” sound without opening her mouth, as if to agree.

Moving slightly to gaze down at her, Cobble could see that her eyes were already closed, and he laughed to himself.

Andy was almost out.

He wasn’t far behind.

****

Cobble didn’t immediately know what time it was when Andy’s phone buzzed, waking them both from a sound sleep.

“Wha…?” Andy sat upright, blinking, before scrabbling for her phone on the bedside table.

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