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Here’s a sneak peek
from the next book
in the Me, You, and Us series,
Incredible Us
“Wow! What happened to you? You’re almost glowing. Are you pregnant?” Ben’s trying to be a smartass, and I know it.
“No. I just got spectacularly laid last night, that’s all.”
He laughs. “Happy birthday bang, huh?”
“You know it. Big, happy, awesome bang. Double bang. Man, I hurt all over. It’s been a long time since I’ve gotten and given a fucking that was that aggressive.”
Now Ben really laughs at me. “Getting too old?”
“Fuck you!” I throw a towel at him and he ducks and laughs at me. “You’d better find somebody before you’re too old to cut the mustard!”
“I already said fuck you or I’d say fuck you,” I play-snarl. Once he’s finished with the beer delivery, I look around.
How pathetic. I live in a damn BDSM club. Why does everyone keep telling me, “when you find someone, when you find someone, when you find someone . . .?” Not gonna happen.
Then Melina walks in. God, that woman’s something. “Hey, darlin’, what brings you here?”
She grins. “Got anybody you think would like to be in a film?”
“Can old guys do that?”
She gives me the once-over. “That old guy standing in front of me right now? Hell yeah. I’ll do him on camera anytime.”
Oh, god, I want to do that. But Clint would kill me. I can hear him now: “Dad, what the hell are you thinking? Porn? Really?” And he’d be right. But it would be so much fun, I think. At least with Melina it would. “So, is this a bondage film, or punishment, or what?”
“Whatever it turns out to be. But you know me – I like it rough.” With that, she licks her lips and all I can think about is undressing her with my teeth. Yum. Yes. I do know what she means. I’ve topped her about, hell, I don’t know, eighty times? I remember watching her as I fucked her one night, watching the way she was taking it and playing into it. I wondered if she’d ever make this leap, and she did. She loves it, being in front of the camera, showing off her body, performing any and every sexual act she can think of. It just comes naturally to her. There was one night when she put a pair of clover clamps on herself and walked around out in the commons area. Any time a guy grabbed them and pulled the chain to him, she’d drop to her knees and suck him off right there. Porn is just second nature for her.
“Yes. I remember that you like it rough. Would you like it rough right now?” I just have to ask.
To my surprise, she says, “With you? Right now? Hell yeah, Amazing Adams. Let’s get it on.” And she drops her clothes right there. I mean, it’s just a tiny little slip of a dress, but she’s naked underneath, and now she’s naked all over. By the time she makes the ten steps toward me, my cock is already popping my zipper. There’s no foreplay; there’s no warm-up. There’s no fondling or kissing or any of that stuff. She just looks me right in the eye, throws one leg up and over my hip, and thrusts her pelvis toward me. That’s all it takes. I slide in like a saber into its sheath, and in ten seconds we’re fucking like rabbits.
I’m pretty sure I get more pussy than any other guy my age that I’ve ever known or heard of. Except maybe Hugh Hefner, even though I kinda think I probably get more action than he does. And, by damn, it’s fun. My finger finds her control button and I pinch hard to initiate liftoff. And away she goes. When she does, she takes me with her, and we fly into our climaxes simultaneously. She takes my breath away, and apparently I do the same for her. “Damn, Dave, you fuck like a twenty year old.”
“And when was the last time you fucked a twenty year old?” I laugh as I grip her waist, and I plant a kiss on her nose.
“Um, last week.” Why did I even bother asking that question? I could’ve guessed the answer. I’m trying to tuck myself back into my jeans, but she says, “Here. Let me do that. I’ll clean you up good.” With that she drops to her knees.
Oh. My. God. “Girl, did you go to college to learn to do that? Because if you didn’t graduate from BJU, you should have. You should get an honorary hummer doctorate. Fuck, girl.” I didn’t think I could get that hard again that fast, but apparently she knows the secret of the powerful erection. No little blue pills needed. To say she makes short work of me is an understatement. I don’t think I’ve ever lost control that fast before, but I do – I really do. When she finishes licking up everything she might’ve missed the first time, she tucks my limp dick back into my jeans and zips me up carefully. Then she stands and cups my chin in her soft palm.
“Dave, if I were the marrying kind, I’d be all over you like lube on a strap-on, but you know that’s never going to happen. I like fucking around way too much.” Melina laughs about it, but I know she means every word she just said.
“I know, baby. You don’t need to be tied down. Do your thing. Thanks for the fun and go have a good time.” As she turns to leave, I swat her on the ass and she laughs again.
“Save that for next time. And get some good rope!”
“You got it!” I call out to her as she walks out the door. Wow. What a way to start the day. Well, yeah, it’s four forty-five in the afternoon, but it’s the start of the day at Bliss. And I have a feeling it’s going to be a good one.
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