Society Girls: Jenysis by Crystal Perkins Read Free Book Online Page A

Before he can say a word, I kiss him. Over and over again, I kiss his lips. Little kisses to let him know how much he doesn’t disgust me.
    “I thought you were bored now that you caught me.”
    “I caught you a long time ago. Just because you wouldn’t admit it, doesn’t mean I didn’t know.”
    I push his hair out of his eyes, and kiss him again. “Now that we’ve figured this all out, you’re going to make love to me, right?”
    “That depends. Are you going to let your British out?”
    “You’re a right tosser, Wayne Preston,” I tell him, going full force.
    “Oh God, that’s sexy,” he says, pulling my shirt over my head, as he stands and starts carrying me to the bedroom.
    “Poppycock.”
    “My cock is ready for your poppy.”
    I burst out laughing. “That makes no sense.”
    “Keep talking British to me, baby,” he replies, tossing me on the bed.
    “I’m expecting a jolly good show.”
    My leggings and knickers are ripped clean off my body as his mouth descends between my legs. “Count on it.”
    “Capital!” I yell as he takes his first lick up my center.
    “More.”
    “God, you’re a nutter.”
    “You love it.”
    Oh, I do. I spew all kinds of words and nonsense at him as he goes down on me like a thirsty man in the Sahara, finding his first drink of water all day. The more I say, the more eager he is, licking and sucking me into a frenzy.
    He stops, and I growl. “What do you call your pussy, Jeny?”
    “Wayne’s,” I answer, with more than a hint of sarcasm. I’m right on the edge, and he’s stopping me for this? I know it turns him on when I speak my slang, but come on!
    He slaps it lightly, and I come up off the bed. “So cheeky, but I love that answer, so I won’t make you wait too long. Just tell me. Say the word.”
    “Fanny.”
    “Ah, that’s it. I need to play inside your fanny flaps some more, don’t I?”
    “Either take care of me, or bugger off, and let me do it myself!”
    He dives back in—because there are really no other words for it—and works that magic tongue of his just like I need him to. His fingers are rubbing over my entrance, dipping in enough to heighten what his tongue is doing. He could finger me to completion is seconds, but he’s holding back so he can take me over with his tongue, and now…God, now his teeth.
    I shudder and shake, and then I’m whispering his name. Quietly. Just the way he loves it.
    “Fuck, I missed your pussy.”
    “Then get inside of it.”
    “Oh, someone’s greedy tonight, isn’t she?”
    “Wanker.”
    “Insults now. You know those turn me on, too.”
    “You’re mad. Like completely, Lost the Plot, mad.”
    “Only for you, Jeny. Always and only for you.”

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    W ayne
    I wasn’t kidding around when I said hearing Jenysis say her slang to me, in her posh accent, is a big turn on. I know she’s trying hard to live day to day without all of it, but damn it’s fucking hot. Like burn me up from the inside, hot. I am one lucky son of a bitch, and not just because I get to sex her up whenever I want. Nope, she’s the whole package—smart, saucy, compassionate, and so gorgeous she could be walking a catwalk all day, every day.
    “What time is it?” the woman in question asks, turning over to smile at me.
    “Ten.”
    “I was bloody knackered, but I didn’t think I’d sleep that long.”
    “I took you four times last night; you needed that sleep.”
    “Are you saying I’m old? And think hard before you answer.”
    She’s five years old than me, but we both know she’s got the stamina to more than keep up with me. “I’m always hard when I’m thinking of you.”
    To prove my point, I lift back the comforter, and stroke my heavy dick a few times. She licks her lips, making me stroke a little harder. And then, she’s pushing me to my back, and climbing over me.
    “I think a nice, big, hard, ride is exactly what I need to start my morning off right.”
    “You’re so fucking perfect,” I grit out