The Diamond Club by Patricia Harkins-Bradley Read Free Book Online

flat behind him on my counter as I took a firm grip on his thick shaft, and he arched his back thrusting his hips forward deeper and moaning as I worked my stuff on his power tool! I stood up and started licking his exposed nipples as he pulled down my panties and slipped it in my now wet pussy.
    My mind had drifted so I shook myself to and regained my focus. I won’t deny I was tempted by it. “I shouldn’t really, I give into these things far too easily and always regret it after.” Time seemed to stall as I cast my gaze upon it, up and down. I remember my mouth opening wider and my breathing quickened - the sound of the rain seemed to just fade away and I felt a rush all over my body. Before I knew what I was doing, I moved towards it and grabbed it with both hands.
    I wrapped my slender fingers, with my still perfectly manicured nails around the base of it. I remembered the last time I had resorted to this most desperate of acts, but had forgotten the weight of the thing. With a tight grip on it, I moved my digits up higher and higher until they had reached the top, and I began to slowly work my hands around it.
    Rather than stand at the worktop, I returned to the sofa and lay down getting myself nice and comfortable. Picking up a Cushion, and placing it under my head, and undoing a few of the buttons on my blouse to give my breasts a bit of freedom, I continued turning and twisting it. I started to moan as I struggled to get at that delicious white and creamy goodness inside. Thin with a glorious click, it was open.
    I knew it was wrong, I knew I would regret it in the morning, but when I felt that wonderfully rich Brandy Cream slip down my throat, I began to moan as I swallowed. I wish now I had taken the few seconds to heat it up before devouring it, after all there is nothing better than warm sticky cream sliding down your esophagus. After eating it all I noticed the rain had stopped and there I was still smelling of him, feeling fat and disgusting, and now with splashes of cream over me.
    I threw the jar into the trash, and wiped off some of the cream that had spurted on my face. I thought it may be Vincent coming back to collect his boxer shorts, which were still hanging from the ceiling fan. I made myself look a bit more presentable, my hair was a mess! I was going to give him a piece of my mind about walking out like a boy who had done something wrong, and would make damned sure he would leave knowing this was one pussy he wouldn’t be slipping back into!
    I turned the handle and opened the door slowly to find what could only be described as the most scally, and trashiest workman you could imagine. His overalls seemed to be caked in dust and dirt. Not in a bad way, but just dirty enough to know he was good with his hands. He looked at me with such bright green eyes, and I noticed his gaze moved down to my tits. I hadn’t noticed there were some drips of the cream on them, but before I could wipe it off, he opened his mouth and in a beautiful Irish accent asked me “Any chance I could use your toilet love?”
    I took a moment to take him all in, glancing him up and down. I wanted to tell him he could use whatever he wanted. His brown hair with blonde highlights was glistening wet from the rain and I could feel myself feeling a little weak in the knees. “Sure, come this way” I said in a rather whispered tone. It was like my mind was on automatic, I had given up all control.
    “Looks like you had a fun night, did you have a party?” he said as he walked through the door and stepped over the pile of cushions still scattered over the floor. “Oh yea, I haven’t had a chance to tidy up yet” I said, wanting, and not wanting him to know that all this mess was just the two of us. We walked down the hallway and as we approached the bathroom, he glanced up at the fan. “I guess you throw pretty wild parties then” he said with a smile as he turned and walked in.
    I stood at the door wanting to look in at