Page 135 of Flaunt
“By God.”
She snorts, shaking her head. “Thank you for taking things slow.” She pops up on her elbow and looks at me with her sweet, sleepy morning eyes. “I just want to make sure I get this right.”
I brush a strand of hair behind her ear. “We’ll get it right. We’ll work on it until we do.”
She sits up, planting her hands on my shoulders like she’s going to straddle me when my phone rings. She reaches for it.
“Let it go to voicemail,” I say, cupping her ass cheeks and urging her toward me.
“Answer it. Then turn it off.”
I sigh, bringing the phone to my ear. “Hello?”
“Hey, there, sexy. What’s happening over there?” Gloria asks.
I yank the blankets back. Sara grabs my cock and pumps it, sucking the pre-cum off the head.
Fuck. “Oh, not much, Glo. What’s happening over there?”
Sara giggles. She sits up, stroking me, and then squats over my shaft. I hold my breath as she presses the head against her opening and then slides her body down the length until it fills her.
“Fuck,” I mouth, pulling the phone away from my mouth while I hiss.
Gloria rattles on about something, and I have no idea what’s going on. I’m focused on Sara’s tits bouncing as she rides my dick.
How is this my life?
Thank you, God.
I hear the word auction. “Hey, Gloria, hang on. About the auction.” I palm one of Sara’s breasts and feel myself grow even harder. “I need to talk to you about that.”
“What about it?”
“Well, I have an idea.”
“Give it to me,” she says.
“Let’s talk about it this week at lunch. I’m a little preoccupied right now.”
Sara’s head falls back, her chin pointed at the ceiling.She’s so fucking gorgeous.
“Pick me up tomorrow at eleven thirty?” she asks.
“Yup. I’ll be there.”
“Okay. I’ll bring a mockup of the posters we’re putting up with your pictures on them.” She cackles. “They’re so good. The ladies are going to lose their dentures over this.”
I cringe. “That’s … great.”
She laughs. “Okay, well, go enjoy your day. I’ll see your handsome face tomorrow.”
“See you tomorrow. Bye, Gloria.”
“Goodbye.”
I end the call and drop the phone on the bed.
“Quick question,” I say, rolling her nipples just the way she likes it.
