Chapter 21
My actions were synchronized and sent my wedding date into an erotic spin. Above me, he moaned, which echoed within the cottage and beyond its thin walls. His satisfied voice sounded ominous and haunting, but was also filled with pleasure and delight. “Suck my dick,” he coached, and pushed my face away from his floppy balls.
I took a deep breath of air, shook my head, and chanted in a greedy tone, “I’m in control tonight, pal. You just lay back and enjoy what’s coming your way.”
He took my dose of aggressive sex-play like a man as I pushed on his torso with my right palm and forced him on his back. The bed creaked with sudden movement as he fell backwards. Then I told him to put his heels on my shoulders, that I wasn’t finished with him yet, and that I had a job to accomplish, which he agreed to doing.
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