French Quarter by Lacey Alexander (small books to read .TXT) 📕

while they both watched their hands working over her semen-slick breasts.

Finally, he lifted his eyes to hers. “Was that my surprise, chere?”

She couldn’t help flashing a vixen’s smile. “No, not yet.”

“When will I get it?”

“Oh, I think you’ll find it soon.”

He cast a dubious smile. “When soon?”

She couldn’t help laughing. “Look, have I disappointed you yet?”

Jack joined in, chuckling, and finally said, “No, chere, you certainly haven’t. I guess I can try to be a little more patient.”

“Something you’re not very good at,” she teased.

He drew back in mock outrage. “I’m damn patient, but you push me too far.”

She cast a coy look. “You want your surprise?”

He nodded, a predatory gleam in his eye.

“Then come and get it.” Rising to her feet, she gathered the dress around her and dashed toward the bedroom. Once there, she bound onto Jack’s big bed in time to look up and see him barreling in behind her. Trundling onto the mattress, he pinned her to the bed by her wrists and gave her a dangerous look that dissolved as he began kissing her. Her mouth, her cheeks, her neck, shoulders, breasts. Her stomach, her belly button.

Below, he pushed his hands up under her dress and onto her ass, caressing and kneading, until finally one hand grazed over top of her thigh and down into the valley between. The instant his touch sank onto her mons, he raised his eyes to her, his expression filled with fire. “Oh,” he said, clearly awestricken. “Oh, baby.” His kisses resumed, fast and furious, to her lips, neck. “Ca c’est bon,” he murmured in between them. Oh, ca c’est bon, baby.”

“That’s your surprise,” she finally whispered.

He smiled. “And what a sweet, delicious, delectable surprise it is.”

Only then did he reach down, flip her dress up over her waist, and look at her smooth pussy. He moved farther down, situating himself between her legs to see better, and she felt him studying every bare curve of white flesh, and the slick pink part that divided it. “Beautiful,” he finally said. “So damn beautiful.”

Then he smiled up at her. “Close your eyes, chere.”

“Why?”

“Because I have a surprise for you, too.”

Liz cast him a curious glance and let her eyes fall shut.

“Don’t peek,” he warned as he parted her legs.

His gentle kisses across her abdomen didn’t surprise her, nor did the skim of his fingertips across the now-smooth skin of her cunt below. When he lowered a gentle kiss to the cleft where her clit was, she shivered in delight and parted her legs for him farther, still deeply pleasured but unsurprised as his tongue laved her, turning her wetter than she already was. She moaned and sighed and seemed to sink deeper into the bed as she relaxed into the growing pleasure, lifting her hands to fondle her breasts, forgetting all about surprises as liquid fire raced through her veins.

And then she felt something new, unexpected, indefinable. Something pushing against her opening with deep, tender thrusts—but not his cock; she knew because his mouth still worked over her there.

“Wh-what is…?”

In response, he held up a long, cylindrical object shaped like a penis, made of some kind of pink rubbery material. Then he smiled. “I bought you a vibrator—one of the ones we looked at in the store last night.”

Liz bit her lip, not quite sure what to think, uncertain how she felt. “I’ve never used one of those…”

His grin deepened. “Really? Never? Not even just for yourself, in between boyfriends?”

She shook her head, and knew her innocence was showing again. And she knew it was okay—that he didn’t mind her innocence and maybe even liked it—but she wished she didn’t appear so shocked by something as common as a vibrator, something used by women the world over. “I’ve just never even thought about…”

“Mais, I think you’ll like it.”

“Better than you?” she teased.

“In addition to me,” he corrected, then teased, “as sort of a supplement to me.”

He redirected his attention to her cunt, and used the end of the pink vibrator to nudge at her opening. “For instance, I can’t lick you and fuck you at the same time, but with this, I can.”

She couldn’t help being intrigued. “Why don’t you demonstrate for me?”

“With pleasure,” he said, continuing to push the fake cock gently toward her passage again. She tensed slightly, trying to watch, unable to see, and Jack laughed. “Relax, chere. Just lie back and enjoy.”

She did as he instructed and instead of thinking so much about the vibrator entering her, she concentrated on Jack’s hot licks to her cunt. Certainly she was ready for that—her whole pussy had been excited and achy since she’d shaved it, so his tongue was a very welcome visitor. And as she watched him lick her, she realized the vibrator was pushing a little deeper into her with each thrust of his hand, and soon it was inside her, filling her the way his cock usually did. Still licking, he moved the shaft in and out with smooth strokes that only hinted at the power he could put behind them if he wanted. And although she thought nothing would feel as wonderful in her pussy as his rock-hard erection, the vibrator felt good, better and better with each passing second.

And then, despite the fact that the toy was a vibrator, something happened that she hadn’t even thought about. He turned it on. The entire rubber cock pulsated against every part of her pussy—from the outer lips to the deepest inner sanctum.

“How’s that?” he stopped licking to ask.

“Unh…good.” She found it hard to talk when she got very excited, and she was getting more soaked by the moment.

“There’s another little feature on this I think you’ll like,” he said as he continued thrusting it into her.

“Wh-what?” she thought, thinking, Lick me.

“You can’t see it right now, but there’s a nice little nub on the top of it made to stimulate your clit when you push it in all the way.” With that, he inserted it even