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you got to tell me. You got to
ask me, Kimmy.”
    “Not fair.”
    Joe removed his fingertip from her ass,
wetted to the knuckle and pressed back inside, further than before.
The tight ridged wall closed around his finger and his cock was
fully erect now, pressed against Kim’s side. She reached for him
again. Joe used one hand to grab her wrist and lift it above her
head. She tried to reach around with the other and he caught that
too, held them in his large hand, easily gripping both wrists,
pressing them down on the bed above Kim’s head.
    “Joe,” Kim moaned. “Please babe, you know
what I want you to do to me.”
    “What’s that, Kim?” Joe said into her ear,
nuzzling a sensitive spot until her arms pimpled again. The cheeks
of her ass and thighs as well, blooming into gooseflesh as he
nibbled and licked her neck.
    “I want you to play with my ass, Joe,” Kim
said into the pillow, her voice muffled.
    “I am, babe,” he said, pressing his finger
deeper. Kim pushed back against him, trying to force it further
inside.
    “More,” she said. “I want more than your
finger.”
    “What do you want?” he asked, kissing her
narrow shoulder blades. He moved lower, tracing the edge of her
ribs with his tongue.
    “Oh yes Joe, go on babe...” she sighed.
    “Tell me,” he said again, pausing as his
lips reached the first bloom of her ass. His finger turned, pushed,
withdrew and entered again.
    “Oh please, Joe... please...”
    He licked the side of her hip, drew his
tongue to the center of her back and kissed once more. Kim lifted
herself, opening her ass to him. Joe lifted his head and started to
move back along her side, kissing as he went. He felt her trying to
free her hands, trying to wriggle from his grasp.
    “No!” she gasped. “Other way, Joe, please,
the other way.”
    He smiled against her skin, so smooth and
soft, so wonderfully scented by motherhood.
    “Tell me,” he said.
    “You bastard,” she hissed.
    “You got to tell me what you want, Kimmy.
Bad girls only get if they ask.”
    “You know, Joe. Don’t make me say it,
babe.”
    “I don’t know, Kim. You got to tell me.”
    “Ohh…” Kim groaned into the pillow, twisting
hard against him and he gripped her wrists tighter and held her
down, but he moved his mouth along her back until he reached once
more the spot where her spine tucked inside the flare of her ass
and she stopped fighting him.
    “Ask me, Kim,” he said, and something in his
voice caused her to shiver.
    “Lick me,” Kim said.
    “Where?” Joe whispered.
    “Lick my asshole, Joe.”
    He grinned, finally moving down, letting his
tongue trail saliva along the deep crack of her ass. He hesitated,
teasing again before moving to his target. He withdrew his finger,
placed the tip of his tongue where his finger had been and circled
Kim’s perfect pink opening.
    “Like this?” he asked.
    Joe sensed her head shake somewhere up out
of his sight.
    “No, Joe. Inside. I want your tongue inside
my ass.”
    Joe stiffened his tongue and pushed, barely
opening her, tasting the musk of her ass, loving the way she
tasted, loving every single thing about her.
    “Like this?” he asked, withdrawing.
    Again the shake of her head. “Inside, Joe,”
she moaned. “All the way inside me.”
    He grinned and returned to the spot he knew
was Kim’s most sensitive, repeated the process but this time
pushing harder, opening her wide to his tongue and probing inside.
The ridged muscle walls granted willing access and he pushed again
until his lips pressed flat against her ass, his tongue deep
inside. Kim lifted up to him, raising her hips high so he entered
as deeply as possible, pushing back against him. Joe finally
released her wrists, used his hands to lift her hips against him,
and Kim reached underneath, her arm against his face as she pushed
her own fingers into her pussy. Joe heard a soft liquid sound as
she probed herself, smelled the aroma of her sex coming from
between her