“Why doesn’t that surprise me. I was hoping that sweet ass, Constance was around.” He shoots me a grin and flicks his tongue as he makes his fingers into a V. I can only shake my head. Constance is a bi-sexual stripper who hangs around the clubhouse sometimes to make extra money dancing for the guys.
One of the prospects pulls up to drive Cupid to the clubhouse and I throw my hand up over my head waving him off as I go inside to see what Sara is up to in the kitchen. Coming up behind her at the counter as she slices cucumbers for the salad I wrap my arms around her waist and rest my chin on her shoulder.
“I liked the way you were dancing back there. What I didn’t like was my brothers getting to watch.”
“Were you jealous?”
“Terribly. Madly. Insanely jealous.”
“I’m sorry, its just those other women…they are not nice, and they treat MaryAnn like shit. I don’t like that crap and I wasn’t going to let them think they run the show in your clubhouse, Danny.”
“Yeah, they are cunts, but baby, it’d be a lot easier for me if you try to get along with them.”
“Seriously, Danny. No way. I can’t be friends with those horrible twats.”
“Promise me that you’ll try, for me. Okay?”
“You know you really shouldn’t demand such things when I am holding a knife,” she teases.
“You’d never hurt me.” I kiss the shell of her ear and rub my whiskers against her neck.
“You’re distracting me.”
“That’s the point.” I thrust my dick up against her tight little ass.
“Danny, I’m trying to cook.”
“And I’m trying to get you naked.”
“Maybe you aren’t trying hard enough.” She pushes her butt out driving me crazy. “I thought you were starving?”
“I’m in dire need of your pussy. You gonna give it to me, Sara, or am I gonna have to take it?” I growl.
She puts the knife on the counter.
Goosebumps fan down her arms, as I spin her around.
“I love it when you talk all dirty to me,” she admits.
“Good. There is a lot more where that came from. Now take off your shorts so I can shove my tongue in your pussy and get a taste.”
“Danny…” Her knees tremble as I go I move to unbutton her shorts.
“Gonna tongue fuck your pussy until you come all over my face, sweetheart.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” she teases in a sultry whisper.
“I don’t make promises I can’t keep and when I tell you that you’ll be cumming on my face, it’s a promise I intend to deliver.”
I jerk her shorts down over her knees and she steps out of them when I get them down to her ankles.
Sara has on a white lace thong. The sight has my cock straining against the zipper of my jeans.
Running my nose along the seam, I breathe in the intoxicating scent of her arousal. Hooking my thumbs under the waistband, I slowly glide her thong down her thighs, peppering kisses on her creamy skin along the way.
Fuck she is so perfect.
So deliciously mine.