As she earned his favor and the last spurt of his release filled her throat, he brought her into his arms and kissed her like crazy. When their lips parted, he said, “You’re a wicked little wench when you want to be.”
He licked her lips clean as they kissed once more. Rubbing his tongue around her full mouth, he whispered, “I’ll never love another like I love you.”
“I could’ve told you that a long time ago,” she said, aware of the tingling sensation between her legs. The rooted ginger was burning her from the inside out, and her arousal—especially after Duke found his release—kicked up a notch.
As they lost themselves in a deeper, more passionate kiss, she tantalized the end of his tongue and deliberately kept him occupied, prevented him from thinking of ways to punish her before pleasing her. And that tactic was the Hinman way. Tonight, she wanted the Jenkins solution—satisfaction before anything else.
She was hungry and needed to be fed. She was in dire need of release and needed to come. Her pussy was on fire and the ginger was only part of the delicious problem.
The man within her grasp had never looked sexier. Best of all, he seemed quite willing to accommodate her. And Julie always loved a willing man.
* * * *
If Hank were there, he’d never let her get by with this, but sometimes Duke enjoyed giving Julie the lead. Some of his most intense ejaculations occurred when he let her work that sexy body the way a woman should. Even though it had been a long time since they’d enjoyed one another privately, without Hank, he’d never forgotten the way she could use those sweet lips and shapely hips to drive a man out of his mind.
With uninhibited freedom to do what she wanted, she climbed over him, draping her arms around him as she whispered naughty nothings in his ear. He couldn’t make out what she said, but her hot breath against his lobe was inspiring enough.
Reaching for his pants, he grabbed a condom and rolled the rubber over his prick. Grabbing her hands, he tugged her forward and had her over his bent knees before she protested.
“I’ll let you have your way after I punish you first.”
“What did I do this time?” she asked, a twinkle in her eye.
“You took the lead without permission.”
“And you loved it.”
He wasn’t denying that. She’d made him shoot off like a rocket without direction. He felt like a bomb exploded in his balls as she’d sucked him. And she’d licked him dry, drip for drip.
“I need more than a spanking, Duke,” she informed him, yelping when his hand came down across her ass. “Oh good Lord! More!”
“More? I’ve got all you need right here,” he said, rubbing the head of his erection against her thigh.
“Fuck me,” she pleaded.
“Only after you tell me something that will turn me on,” he said, his palm repeatedly slapping her round bottom.
“What do you want to hear?” she asked, groaning when he removed the ginger from her rectum.
Tossing the root aside, he massaged those pretty red globes. “You’ve got a great ass.”
“Better to fuck you with,” she replied, bucking against him, grinding on his knee whenever his hand struck her.
“And that mouth of yours is a man’s drug.”
“Better to suck you with,” she teased.
He groaned, rolled his leg under her and allowed her to hump him. She obviously didn’t mind using his body for all sorts of intended purposes. She’d get off however she could at this point, and he knew that much. Her wet pussy told exquisite tales of her arousal.
“I won’t fuck you unless you say something to entice me,” Duke promised her, an oath she’d most likely find challenging enough to force him to break.
“That’s okay,” she crooned, rotating her hips back and forth. “I can get off like this.”
Again, another repetition of smacks resounded throughout the room. “Not without permission, you won’t.”
“Oh hell yes! I could come like this,” she rasped. “I can’t handle much more! I’m tingling from my clit to my pussy, all the way to the base of my spine.”
“Tell me,” he encouraged her. He’d always loved the explicit language Julie used when they talked dirty to one another in bed.