Stanton Box Set

Oh shit, he wants to play dirty talk and I’ve got nothing… hmmm. Quick, think of something. I troll my brain for something sexy.

“I would sit on your face,” I blurt out. Oh god, that sounded shit. I inwardly wince.

He smirks sexily. “Really? Could be hard for me to breathe.”

Um. “I wouldn’t care if you couldn’t breathe because I would be sliding up and down on your face getting myself off while I hold onto the bed head.” I nearly giggle at the ridiculousness of my last comment. Where do I come up with this shit?

His eyes hold mine.

I lick my bottom lip for effect. “You see when a woman needs an orgasm she has no regard for anything that goes on around her. Her mind is focused on one thing only,” I whisper.

His eyes darken and drop down to my legs and then back up to my breasts. “And how would you get your orgasm?” he whispers.

“I would turn around and suck that big dick of yours while I kneel over you. That big cock would touch the back of my throat while my eyes close in need.”

He slowly cracks his neck and his eyes drop to my cleavage and then back up to my lips.

Ok he liked that. I inwardly high-five my dirty talking skills—it’s been a while. “And then I would crawl down your body and mount you reverse cowboy position.”

His eyes darken further.

“So you could see my body struggling and my legs would have to be spread so wide to take in that massive cock of yours. And you would feel how deep inside my body you are, feel the quiver of my muscles contract around you as you slide home,” I whisper.

He lifts his chin as he cracks his neck again.

“In… out… stretched to the hilt,” I whisper as my eyes linger on his beautiful big lips.

His mouth hangs slack and I know he is picturing just what I am telling him. His arousal is obvious.

“And you can film it,” I whisper.

His eyes widen. “I can film it?” he asks.

“On your phone you can film it, and we can watch it on the television in our room.”

His darkened eyes drop to my body and then my lips as his chest starts to rise and fall deeply.

“Again and again,” I whisper as I lean in close and kiss him gently. I can feel

his erection though his pants and pride hits me that I can get him like this without touching him.

He smiles and gently kisses me again as he brings his hand gently to my jaw. “You do give a great closing argument, Marx. We are going home.” His hand wraps possessively around my waist and he pulls me into his body. “Now. I need to fuck!” he growls into my ear.

Bridget walks up and stands beside me, and Joshua blows out a frustrated breath. Our moment is temporarily broken.

“Do you both want margaritas?” Joshua sighs.

“Yes please,” we both murmur and he walks off.

“Carson just asked me to dance with him and then he tried to kiss me,” Bridget blurts out in a rush.

“What?” I reply.

“Yep.” She nods. “And then when I was walking off the dancefloor I see Ben glaring at me all possessive like and I just wanted to punch him in the nose.”

I nod. “Maybe you should have,” I reply.

“Do you think I should just forget Ben and kiss Carson?” she asks.