Unspoken Epilogue by Jen Frederick Read Free Book Online Page B

you," she whispered against my lips. This time the organ in my body to respond was my heart rather than my cock. Every time she said those words, and she said them daily, I'd feel a little squeeze right there on the left side of my chest. It'd never get old hearing it.
    I took her lips then, caressing them with mine. I ran my tongue across the bottom and then the top before plunging it inside. She tasted of mints and my cock hardened in delighted remembrance of one time when she sucked on a peppermint and then deep throated me. The tingles from the menthol drove me nuts. Today I was going to lick her until she sobbed and then I was going to bend her over her desk and take her so hard she'd still be feeling it when we met at home tonight.
    "Love you too, Sunshine." I whispered. I ran my tongue down the side of her neck and. The dress she had on hung open and I could see the pendulous weight of her breasts inside her light blue matching bra. I had to see her without her clothes on but first I needed to taste her. I was aching to have my tongue on her, to lap up her juices and suck her little clit.
    I pulled the hand I was still holding up so it rested on the back of the chair and said, "Hang on Sunshine."
    A choked sound reverberated from her but the arm that rest at the top of the chair tensed as she braced herself. I placed one palm on the inside of her thigh, rubbing the moisture that had been steadily escaping her. Her free hand came down to clutch and stroke my cock. I couldn't have that or I'd come before the show even got started. I lightly stroke the wet cotton that covered her pussy lips and she jerked backward.
    "You're gonna have to hold your skirt up because I'm using two hands," I told her. Her expertly manicured fingers shook but she gathered the cloth in a grip and held a fist to her belly. The folds of the fabric hung down and framed her mound like the curtains in a theater. I palmed one ass cheek in my hand and pulled her closer so I could breathe hot air across her sex. She shivered in response.
    The anticipation was killing us both. "You like these panties?" I asked her.
    "Yes, kind of." That was code for rip them off with your teeth but buy me new ones later. I liked these though. I let go of her ass and drew the panties down her legs, dragging my thumbs across the front of her pubic bone, down her thighs and then I let them drop. AnnMarie quickly stepped out of them and pushed her sex back to my mouth.
    I smiled again. My girl knew what she wanted. I pressed open-mouthed kisses along her bare pussy. "Kneel up here," I urged her.
    When both her knees were situated on other side of my thighs, I sunk down in the chair. One hand I wrapped around the back of her ass and the other I used to spread apart her lower lips. I inhaled the sweet scent of her arousal. The rasping of her breath told me how ready she was.
    I began to lick her in long slow sweeps from front to back using the broad flat of my tongue. Her thighs tensed and she let out a low cry and came suddenly. The wait was too much.
    "Oh Bo," she started to say, clearly frustrated by that unfulfilling mini orgasm.
    "Shh, Sunshine," I told her. "I got you."
    "You told me when you left this morning that you were coming and that's all I could think of," AnnMarie choked out.
    She'd gotten herself so worked up before I arrived that she was barely able to stand. I understood it now and felt bad. Her next one was going to rock her world.
    This time I wasn't so leisurely. I took hold of her little clit between my teeth and sucked her in. I teased that little nub furiously with my tongue. My hand lifted her slightly higher so I could get better access. My fingers stroked her outer lips and then I slid my index and long finger into the wet swollen tissues. I was so hard but I wanted to make her come with my mouth and fingers first. I opened my mouth wider, inhaling her while I kept up a steady rhythm with my fingers. I slid a third finger inside, stretching