Scary Hot

Which, now that she mentioned it, is starting to ache a little.

So I stand with her still wrapped around me, pulling her off her feet as I circle my arms around her waist, feeing her little bump fit against my chest as her legs come to lock around me. She laughs up at the sky as I spin her around, and then her lips come down on mine, kissing me like I’m the very air she needs to breathe.

When she finally pulls back, she says, “That’s a yes, by the way,” and I smile.

“Oh, good. Now, let’s get you home so I can consummate our engagement,” I tease, turning to set her perfect ass on the back of my bike.

“I don’t think that’s a thing. But…” She rubs her belly, her little tongue poking out the side of her mouth as she thinks. “I do wonder what it’d be like to suck orange juice off your cock. You think it’d be as hot as the chocolate syrup we tried at Club Alias?”

I go rock-hard instantly inside my jeans, adjusting myself as I lift my leg to get on the bike. “Kitten, I think you sucking anything off my cock would be hot.”

And I chuckle as she adds right before my pipes roar to life, “Bo-Berry Biscuit frosting. Oh my Goooood, yes.”

The End