A Question Of Size: Stacey's Story (The Right Fit Series Book 1) by Lucee Lovett Page B
Authors: Lucee Lovett
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down my spine to the bottom of my dress. I trembled to his touch. He raised my butt and slipped his hand in farther. Running a finger down the crack of my arse. Sending heat waves through me.
His lips left mine. His tongue traced along my neck and nibbled my ear. He tweaked my full, hard nipple between his fingers before he moved to my shoulder and gripped the sleeve of my dress, revealing my bare shoulder. His mouth moved across the neckline of the dress and landed on my shoulder.
He sucked and nibbled on my skin, pulling my dress forward to expose my breasts. His lip and tongue kissed and licked, inch by agonizing inch. As the movement of the material drawn from my body, I could scarcely breathe. My frozen hand pressed to his chest in contrast to his roaming hands. I was at a loss for what to do with them.
He moved my hands to tease the sleeves of my dress over them, leaving the dress on my hips. With me still sitting on his lap, he pulled off the top of his tracksuit to reveal a broad hairless chest, the muscles rippled with the movement. My appreciation of his physique oozed out of my sweet spot.
Somehow, he managed to disrobe without taking his hands off me for more than a fraction of a second. The fact is, I don’t remember a moment when he wasn’t touching me. He fondled my breasts, his hands, lips, and teeth sucked and pulled at my nipples in the most delightful ways. Delirious with passion I molded myself to him, but he seemed to be holding back.
Through the haze of my desire, I saw Jeff, bare chest and bare feet. He wore jogging bottoms and had in his hand the pair of dirty silk panties I’d took off earlier that day. Kenzo seemed to notice Jeff too and his intensity increased. That’s when it dawned on me, he was waiting for Jeff. His delay was so he could put on a performance for Jeff. The thought turned me on.
Still at a loss as to what to do with my hands other than to rub them along Kenzo’s chest, I concentrated on his nipples, and noticed how hard they got. I’d never thought about whether Jeff nipples hardened to my touch. I guessed they must do. Thinking about our sixteen years of being intimate, I can’t remember ever touching Jeff’s chest in the way I was caressing Kenzo’s.
Chapter Nine
Kenzo pulled at the drawstring of his bottoms, I gasped as his cock sprung to life before startled eyes. His breathing became shallow as he wrapped my fingers around his tool. A current passed between us as he maneuvered my palm so I was pumping his dick, my hand dwarfed within his large palm. When I found my rhythm, he let my hand go. He returned his concentration onto my breasts, pushing his face between them, grazing my sensitive skin with the bristles of his overnight shadow, before cupping and pulling against their pebbled hardness with his thumb and finger.
He shifted our position and laid me on the sofa, neatly pulling the rest of my dress off and dropping it on the floor. Kenzo kissed his way down my torso, and flicked his tongue in and out of my belly button. It caused an emergence I’d never felt before, deep in my core. My body’s reaction was foreign to me. My womb contracted and toes curled. The pulse beating in my core wanted filling.
Jeff had his joggers down by his ankles. His cock glistened as he ran his hand up and down his shaft. My dirty panties half in his mouth, the rest pressed against his nostrils. He was breathing deeply, a glazed look on his face as he watched Kenzo and me.
My position was shifted by Kenzo slightly so I was facing Jeff. Kenzo licked along my leg, pushing my other leg further apart so Jeff had a bird’s eye view to my opening. This action seemed to excite Jeff further. He worked his cock even harder. Ramming my panties to his nose, pressed in as if he couldn’t get enough of what it was doing for him.
Kenzo, grazed the edge of his teeth on my thigh, tickling my skin, then licked along the full length of my leg. He reached my feet, removing my
His lips left mine. His tongue traced along my neck and nibbled my ear. He tweaked my full, hard nipple between his fingers before he moved to my shoulder and gripped the sleeve of my dress, revealing my bare shoulder. His mouth moved across the neckline of the dress and landed on my shoulder.
He sucked and nibbled on my skin, pulling my dress forward to expose my breasts. His lip and tongue kissed and licked, inch by agonizing inch. As the movement of the material drawn from my body, I could scarcely breathe. My frozen hand pressed to his chest in contrast to his roaming hands. I was at a loss for what to do with them.
He moved my hands to tease the sleeves of my dress over them, leaving the dress on my hips. With me still sitting on his lap, he pulled off the top of his tracksuit to reveal a broad hairless chest, the muscles rippled with the movement. My appreciation of his physique oozed out of my sweet spot.
Somehow, he managed to disrobe without taking his hands off me for more than a fraction of a second. The fact is, I don’t remember a moment when he wasn’t touching me. He fondled my breasts, his hands, lips, and teeth sucked and pulled at my nipples in the most delightful ways. Delirious with passion I molded myself to him, but he seemed to be holding back.
Through the haze of my desire, I saw Jeff, bare chest and bare feet. He wore jogging bottoms and had in his hand the pair of dirty silk panties I’d took off earlier that day. Kenzo seemed to notice Jeff too and his intensity increased. That’s when it dawned on me, he was waiting for Jeff. His delay was so he could put on a performance for Jeff. The thought turned me on.
Still at a loss as to what to do with my hands other than to rub them along Kenzo’s chest, I concentrated on his nipples, and noticed how hard they got. I’d never thought about whether Jeff nipples hardened to my touch. I guessed they must do. Thinking about our sixteen years of being intimate, I can’t remember ever touching Jeff’s chest in the way I was caressing Kenzo’s.
Chapter Nine
Kenzo pulled at the drawstring of his bottoms, I gasped as his cock sprung to life before startled eyes. His breathing became shallow as he wrapped my fingers around his tool. A current passed between us as he maneuvered my palm so I was pumping his dick, my hand dwarfed within his large palm. When I found my rhythm, he let my hand go. He returned his concentration onto my breasts, pushing his face between them, grazing my sensitive skin with the bristles of his overnight shadow, before cupping and pulling against their pebbled hardness with his thumb and finger.
He shifted our position and laid me on the sofa, neatly pulling the rest of my dress off and dropping it on the floor. Kenzo kissed his way down my torso, and flicked his tongue in and out of my belly button. It caused an emergence I’d never felt before, deep in my core. My body’s reaction was foreign to me. My womb contracted and toes curled. The pulse beating in my core wanted filling.
Jeff had his joggers down by his ankles. His cock glistened as he ran his hand up and down his shaft. My dirty panties half in his mouth, the rest pressed against his nostrils. He was breathing deeply, a glazed look on his face as he watched Kenzo and me.
My position was shifted by Kenzo slightly so I was facing Jeff. Kenzo licked along my leg, pushing my other leg further apart so Jeff had a bird’s eye view to my opening. This action seemed to excite Jeff further. He worked his cock even harder. Ramming my panties to his nose, pressed in as if he couldn’t get enough of what it was doing for him.
Kenzo, grazed the edge of his teeth on my thigh, tickling my skin, then licked along the full length of my leg. He reached my feet, removing my
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