MILF Cream: Feeding The Guy Next Door by Summer O. Lee Read Free Book Online Page B

it only made it worse.
     
    “Whatever gets the job done, I guess,” replied Jane as she reached over and slipped her hand over Veronica’s bare thigh. Despite her sarcastic nature, Jane was a big sweetheart inside. She knew Veronica was struggling. “Don’t worry, babe,” she said in a soft voice. “I’m with you.”
     
    Veronica smiled and wove her fingers between Jane’s, squeezing her hand as the brunette massaged the creamy flesh between her legs. She cocked her knee a little, opening herself up to the girl’s fingers. Jane glanced at her with that sly little smile that drove her wild and slid her hand a little deeper, stroking the seam of her shorts with a light, feathery touch, sending a thrill through Veronica.
     
    “You’re bad,” whispered Veronica as she closed her eyes and settled back against the worn upholstery of the truck. She felt like she was floating, her ears filled with the rush of wind and her skin tingled all over under her girlfriend’s touch.
     
    Jane eased the truck over onto a pull-out and killed the engine, enveloping them in stillness. Cicadas and crickets filled the cathedral quiet with their chorus, while wind riffled their hair and raised goosebumps on their skin. Veronica felt Jane shift in her seat, scooting closer until the warmth of her body enveloped her.
     
    “How many more miles?” whispered the brunette as she nuzzled Veronica’s neck. Veronica shivered and sighed as a wave of electricity radiated through her.
     
    “Ten or so,” she replied as the brunette’s mouth opened against her ear, nipping her earlobe between her soft lips. Veronica gasped and tensed up as pleasure shot through her.
     
    “What time are they expecting us?”
     
    Veronica’s head swam. She could hardly focus, especially when Jane slipped her hand beneath her t-shirt, sliding up her belly toward the swell of her breasts. Veronica was torn; she wanted the brunette so bad it ached, but she was also scared being out on the side of the road where anyone could drive by.
     
    “Sometime tonight… I didn’t say when,” murmured Veronica. Jane plunged her hand into Veronica’s thick blonde hair and grabbed it hard, guiding the curvy young girl back against the door. Veronica’s breath came in hard gasps as she looked into the brunette’s blazing eyes.
     
    “Good.”
     
    Every nerve in Veronica’s body was on edge, vibrating with energy. She watched the brunette with wide pupils, taking in every little flex and tremble in her lithe body. She saw her nipples go all stiff against her thin shirt, and her mouth watered for them.
     
    Jane slid down between Veronica’s legs, pressing them wide open before pushing her shirt up, up, up over her full breasts. The flesh jiggled and spilled out from the tight fabric, coming to rest high on her slender torso. Jane gave a little growl and mounted her, burying her face in the luscious flesh and inhaling her scent.
     
    Veronica’s heart fluttered as Jane gathered them up in her hands and squeezed them, toying with the buoyant flesh and running her lips over the silky swell again and again until Veronica felt the honey spill over between her legs. She rocked her hips gently against the lanky brunette, rubbing her hungry little clit against the stiff fabric of her jeans.
     
    “Mmm, you want it, don’t you?” whispered the brunette as Veronica writhed beneath her. “Tell me you want it.”
     
    Veronica groaned and slid her hand inside Jane’s top, cupping her petite breasts and tweaking the little pink nipples hard. Her pussy felt all fat and swollen between her legs, distractingly sensitive and wet.
     
    “I want it,” she whispered, her cheeks flushing red. She was still learning to say what she wanted, to give directions. Jane gave a throaty little giggle and kissed her belly, dragging her pouty bottom lip against her smooth skin.
     
    “What do you want? Tell me.”
     
    The heat in Veronica’s body was unbelievable; she felt her