Mistaken Identity (Identity 1)
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“You know I’m only nice to you to lure you in, and then I’m a task-master.”
“Kinky. Ordering me around and telling me how to please you.”
“You’d like that too much.”
“I would.” He smirked. Images of Kansas in a black leather lingerie number had his dick swelling. “Don’t get me all riled up when I’m alone.”
“What? You got something against Rosy Palm?”
He cleared his throat. “No.”
“You want me to talk you through it? I think you need to relax more. You had a tough day.” Her voice dropped lower. The husky whisper made him bite the inside of his cheek.
“No games, Kansas.”
“I don’t know how long Mya is away for…”
“I am yours to command.”
“There’s my Paranormal boy. What are you wearing right now?”
“A pair of blue boxers.”
“Sexy, I want you to take out that thick cock of yours, and stroke it, nice and slow.” His stomach quivered as he followed her directions.
“Mmhmm, how does that feel, Jet?”
“Fucking awesome.”
“Good. Grip it nice and firm. Pretend my tongue is licking up your dick, swirling in the slit of your head, lapping up that cream I know is flowing.” Holy shit, she goes from normal to sex kitten in zero to sixty. A man could get used to this.
“Jesus.”
“No, Kansas. Stroke it faster for me baby. That’s it. I can hear you. It makes me wet thinking about it. You’re so beautiful, Jett, I can see you clearly in my head. Your golden skin stretched over muscle and that long, hard, dick, twitching, and eager to fuck me.”
Her crude words made him moan. The tension built at the base of his spine. Tendrils of pleasure raced through his body. His breath came in pants.
“That’s it. Think of my hot mouth suctioning around you.”
His heart pounded in his chest, and blood rushed in his ears.“Shit, Sas, I’m going to come.”
“Do it for me, baby.”
A few seconds later he did, a spurt of white liquid that shot up onto his chest, covering his hands. His legs trembled, and he released a giant sigh as lethargy instantly set in.
“And boom goes the dynamite.”
“It definitely did, Kansas. Hey, I don’t know your full name.”
“You are such a weirdo.” The amusement present in her tone told him she didn’t mind. “It’s Kansas Karri Collins.”
“That’s pretty … wait. Like ‘Carry on my Wayward Son’?”
She sighed. “Yes.”
“Okay, hands down coolest name ever.”
“Only if you like classic rock.”