Letters to the Baumgarters by Selena Kitt Read Free Book Online

It was a delightful, and very exciting, surprise.
    “You need to stop,” he murmured as I began to pump my finger in and out,
the same rhythm I was using with my mouth on his cock. “Before I come in your
mouth.”
    “I don’t mind,” I gasped, taking him out of my mouth only long enough to
say the words.
    “I do.” He pulled me off again, biting his lip as I slowly slid my finger
out of his ass. “Come here.”
    He settled me on top of him, his cock rising toward my navel, making an
exclamation point between us. His hands roamed easily over my body, belly,
breasts, hips, thighs, as if he could discover my flesh like a blind man reads
Braille. I reached down to press the wet head of his cock against my belly,
rubbing it gently in circles with my palm, seeing his eyes half-close at the
sensation.
    “I want to be inside of you.”
    He didn’t need to ask me twice.
    I went up to my knees, squeezing his cock as I aimed it, his gaze focused
between my legs as I slid down his length. He parted my wet flesh easily, his
hands moving to my hips, guiding me, in control, even with me on top of him. I
slid my palms along his chest, letting the dark hair there curl around my
fingers, teasing his nipples, grazing them lightly with my fingernails.
    “You’re naughty,” he murmured as I rocked, a nice, slow ride. My nipples
were so hard they ached, and he thumbed them, making me moan in response.
    “Here,” I said, guiding his hand down to my pussy, whimpering when his
fingers found my clit. “Yes. Oh god yes, like that.”
    I felt his cock swell inside of me as I began to rock faster, matching
his rhythm against my clit. Our breath came faster, our bodies starting to
sheen with sweat. Sex in the light of day gave us both a new perspective, and I
found myself looking into his eyes as we fucked, seeing far too much emotion
there and wondering if he saw the same in mine.
    “Fuck me from behind,” I said, loathe to take him out of me, but not
knowing if I could stand seeing the hungry look in his eyes anymore.
    “Like a dog?” He chuckled as I got to my hands and knees on the bed,
offering my ass up for the taking.
    “Yes.” I closed my eyes, feeling his hands on my hips, his cock already
seeking entrance. “Fuck me like a dog.”
    I meant it, and I think he knew it. He shoved deep into me, the angle
tighter now, better for us both. I reached under and rubbed my clit as he
fucked me, the sound of us filling the room, two animals in heat, rutting
together.
    “Harder!” I hissed. “Deeper!”
    He thrust again, again, grunting with the effort, giving me what I wanted,
and I loved him for it. I was going to come like this with his cock buried so
deep I could almost taste it, my pussy stretched with the glorious width of
him.
    “So tight,” he moaned, lost too, and I found him with my hand, feeling
him driving into me, using the heel of my palm to rub myself off. “Oh god, I
can’t… I can’t…”
    “Come on!” I urged, lifting my ass higher to meet him. “Do it! Oh fuck!
Fuck!”
    And then we were coming together, quivering and trying to drown our cries
so no one heard the sounds of our lust. My eager pussy convulsed around the
pulsing length of his cock, milking him, draining him completely. Nico
collapsed onto me, the hard, lean, sweaty length of his body so good against
mine I thought I must be dreaming this, all of this.
    I even asked him, “Am I dreaming?” as he rolled to the side and gathered
me into his arms.
    “If you are, then I’m dreaming too.”
    I considered the possibility, touching the charm around my neck as we
drifted in the hazy afternoon sunshine, wondering which would be better—dream
or reality.
     
     

Chapter Three
     
    Dear Carrie and Doc,
    Janie sounds like a handful! The pictures you sent of her in the
outfit Cara Lucia made were so sweet it made my uterus skip a beat. She’s
growing so fast!
    Remember that guy I told you about, the gondolier, Nico? We’ve been
seeing more of