Page 196 of Rock Chick

Then somehow arms, legs and rolling were joined by lips, tongues and groping and the wrestling match got interesting.

We were both breathing heavily. I was seriously hot and bothered, when all of a sudden the flannel shirt was whisked over my head, my panties were gone and Lee slid inside me.

I instantly stopped wrestling, wrapped my legs around his thighs and my arms around his back.

He was moving inside me and I was moving with him, our lips touching but not kissing, our breath coming fast. I lifted my head to kiss him, but he pulled away and kept moving inside me. Then his lips came back to mine and I tried to kiss him again, but he pulled away again.

“Lee…” I whispered. I was going to tell him I wanted to kiss him and he should stop messing around.

He drove in deep and said against my mouth, “There it is.”

Thenhekissedme.

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After,my legs were still wrapped around his thighs. One of my hands was in his hair, the other one on his ass. Lee’s face was tucked into my neck and he was still inside me.

“Cherry’s a four. You’re off the scales,” he said to my neck.

I might have thought this was bullshit, but one thing Lee wasn’t was a bullshit artist.

“I shouldn’t have asked,” I said.

“No, you shouldn’t.”

He pulled away, carted us both into the bed and he settled me against him, full frontal.

“I didn’t mean to flirt with Eddie,” I told his throat. “It was a reflex action.”

One of his arms tightened around me, the other hand started fiddling with my hair.

“I’ll try to do better…with the flirting,” I said.

“I’d appreciate that.”

“You need to do better…with the jealousy thing. Not every guy wants to get in my pants.”

“You’re wrong. Every guy does want to get in your pants,” Lee replied.

“Tex doesn’t.”

“Tex isn’t every guy. Tex is a crazy guy and he’s old enough to be your father.”

“Duke doesn’t,” I tried.

“Dolores would chop Duke’s dick off if he so much as looked at another woman, and he’s old enough to be your father.”

“Hank doesn’t,” I persevered.

“Hank doesn’t count. He thinks of you as his little sister.”

“Darius doesn’t.” I was a dog with a bone.

“Darius doesn’t fuck white women.”

Jeez.

I tried a different tact.

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