By: Sam Crescent

Her nipples were a nice dusty red, and her breasts were so big that her flesh still had some of the imprint of the bra. He leaned down, swiping one nipple and pinching the other, watching as she gasped out, tensing up just a little.

“Your tits are fucking perfect.” He bit down on one nub as he rubbed his thumb over the other. “I want to fuck these. Press them together, and run my cock in between.” He pushed them together, and she moaned, going for the belt of his jeans.

He was charmed by her effort to get him out of his jeans, but it showed she’d not had a lot of experience. Stepping back, he unbuckled his belt, and shoved the jeans down to his knees.

“You don’t wear boxers?” she asked.

“No. They confine my dick, and I don’t like them.”

He wrapped his fingers around his dick, and started to work from the base up to the tip, then back down again. The tip was already leaking pre-cum. “Get naked for me,” he said.

She stood, and with her gaze still on him, she wriggled out of her jeans. He loved that she didn’t try to cover up her body. He loved her extra curves, and especially her tits and hips. He wasn’t a small man, and he couldn’t wait to feel her ass nestled against his hips as he plowed into her.

When her knickers stayed on, he tutted, and stepped close. “That is not naked.” In one quick tug, he tore those panties and placed them in his drawer. “Those will be mine.”

“You’re going to keep them?”

“A little memento of our time together.”

He pushed her back against the desk, and shoved the papers and pens out of the way. They crashed to the floor at the same time that he took her lips, kissing her.

“You taste so fucking good,” he said.

“I had a cinnamon roll this morning.”

“Fuck, baby.” He deepened the kiss, needing more, and it wasn’t just about the cinnamon either. It was everything. It was all of her. Sliding his hands up the inside of her thighs, he cupped her pussy, finding her soaking wet. He loved a soaking wet pussy. There was nothing worse than a woman who was faking it all.

She cried out, arching up once again, and he took advantage, sucking on her nipples, biting down on the buds and flicking the tips.

Thrusting two fingers inside her, he ran his thumb across her clit.

“Tell me you want this,” he said.

“I want this. I want this so much. I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t be doing this.”

He paused. “Why?”

“Because you dated my sister.”

“Summer has nothing to do this with. I’ve not seen or heard from her in years. If you don’t want to do anything, you tell me. As far as I’m concerned this is between the two of us. No one else.”

Chapter Three

He was giving her the out she needed, but she didn’t want to take it. Not now, not ever. Carter was between her thighs with his perfectly skilled hands on her body. They were both naked, apart from him having jeans around his knees.

“I don’t want to stop.” Autumn bit her lip, thinking about her sister one final time, and then pushing her aside. Summer hadn’t spoken about Carter, or even showed that she cared.

This was not wrong.

Carter was a free agent, and with that, Autumn was ready.

“Good, because I don’t want to stop.” He knelt down between her thighs, and his mouth was on her clit, sucking the nub inside.

“Oh, God!” She collapsed onto his desk, unable to hold herself up as his wicked tongue danced across her pussy. He flicked her clit, sucked it inside his mouth, using his teeth to bite down before sliding to her entrance. His tongue thrust inside her pussy, and she screamed his name. His fingers stroked through her slit, following the path of his tongue.



“The name’s Carter, not God.” He thrust two fingers inside her, and started to stretch her pussy. “You’re so damn tight, and in case you haven’t seen, I’m big.”

“I saw.” She had seen how big he was, and it was easy to say that he was the biggest she’d ever seen.

“I’m going to fuck you so damn hard that every time you walk you’re going to be feeling it.”

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