Page 39 of Unchained
“Chrissy and Stephanie, the first time you have been with two women at the same time?”
“I think my record is three before I met Suzanne.”
“Impressive.” She took another drag, and the fiery end of the cigarette mesmerized my brain. “Ever have a threesome with Suzanne?”
“Never.” I shifted uncomfortably in the chair, not sure where the odd questioning was going. “I assume you have done all these things?”
Veronica shrugged. “Everything but have a threesome with Suzanne.”
“That’s not funny.”
“Ever fucked a man?”
“What?”
“Have you ever fucked a man in the ass?” she asked loudly.
“I have not and don’t ever plan on doing so.”
“Are you a kisser?”
“Are we going to fuck or ask questions all night?”
“If you insist, Deacon.” She laid back on the bed and turned on her side. She then patted the bed. “You going to join me?”
I stood and removed the jacket, tossing it on the chair.
“The rest,” Veronica said.
“You’re going to have to say please.”
She rolled her eyes. “Okay, for argument’s sake, please.”
I slipped off the shoes and then removed my pants, Veronica eyeing my cock pressing against my boxer-briefs, underwear she’d laid out for me. “Should I take these off?” I asked.
“Not right now.” She patted the bed again.
“Are you done with the questions?”
“Thought you wanted to fuck?”
I held back the smile and joined her on the bed, opting to lay on my back, resting my hands behind my head. Playing as hard to get as I could. I’m sure I failed.
Veronica placed her hand on my stomach and ran her fingers over my skin. My cock jerked, and she smiled.
“To be honest, Deacon, all I’ve thought about since laying eyes on you was sucking your cock.” She moved her hand over my covered dick and gently squeezed my balls. When she scooted closer, leaving her hand against me, she planted her lips around my right nipple, sucking and licking, her eyes enlivened as they stare into mine.
She rubbed my cock a bit harder, and my hips moved with her hand. When she stuck her hand inside, she squeezed as if to get a rise out of more than just my cock.
“Put it in your mouth,” I said.
“The D.A. is giving orders now. How nice.” Her thumbs hooked beneath my waistband, and with one tug, she had my underwear at my feet. I kicked them away and spread my legs.
“I won’t ask you again, Veronica.”
She blinked away what I thought was confusion and then placed her mouth over the head of my cock, the warm hole wet, her tongue extended and satisfying. Using her hand in short motions, she stroked my cock, her fingers moving around me back and forth, her own saliva a natural lube.
“You’re good at that,” I said, my voice cracking.
