The Wild Side (The Wild Side #1)(8)

I sucked hard on it, the noise loud, even compared to the TV.

“Jesus, do you think I’m a vacuum?” she asked, sounding perturbed.

I stopped abruptly, and she dissolved into laugher, standing up.  She disappeared, then came back, sans Popsicle.

“So, tell me, am I too young even to kiss?” she asked, standing directly in front of me, this time facing me.

I couldn’t answer her.  My opinion was in direct opposition with my need.

She took a deep breath, her hands going to the zipper at the front of her tiny sports bra.

CHAPTER FOUR

She slid the zipper down, taking it off slowly, and I lost my breath.  No, that wasn’t right.  My breath was taken from me.  Stolen right out of my lungs.

Her tits were perfect, round and big, supple and buoyant, and f**k me, they were even tan.

She had to sunbathe topless.  I was panting as she moved closer.

“Take off your shirt,” she told me.

I obeyed.

As I’ve said, I was unable to tell her no.

Incapable.

Literally.

Also, on a douche bag side note, I worked hard to look good naked, and it was nice to show it off, for once.

She made an appreciative noise.

I don’t know why, but I took that as a request to pull my dick out, so I did.

She whistled.  “Holy shit.  That is f**king hot, but can we kiss first?”

I flushed, and put it away, murmuring an apology.

She moved to straddle me, her hands going to my shoulders.  Her spectacular tits made very brief contact with my face before she sank down, moving until my c**k made solid contact with her through our clothes.

It’s possible I drooled.

I kept my hands at my sides with great effort.

She kissed me.

She tasted like strawberries, her mouth still cold from the Popsicle.  And her lips were so soft that I moaned, thrusting my tongue deep.  The inside of her mouth was just perfect, soft and wet, hot and cold.

It was, hands down, the hottest kiss of my life.

“Oh yeah, baby,” she groaned, her h*ps shifting restlessly, driving me wild.

She pulled back way too soon, but kept her lower body right where it was, right where it needed to be, if only we could get rid of these pesky clothes.

“Touch me,” she mouthed, grabbing my hands and putting them on her ample chest.

I closed my eyes and gripped that firm flesh that was too young for me.  I hadn’t felt anything like it since my twenties.  Hell, I hadn’t ever had anything this fine in my hands.

I kneaded at her fleshy tits as she bounced on my lap, wondering how quickly I could politely get my c**k buried inside of her.

I wasn’t picky where.

A hand job would be more than enough for me, at this point.

Hell, if she’d just let me jerk off and look at her, it’d still be the best sex I’d had in ages.

She started to move away, and I forced myself to let her go, my hand going to my erection.  I stroked myself roughly.

She made a tutting noise and moved my hand away.  “Been a while, baby?” she asked gently, rubbing my palms.

I nodded, watching her br**sts swaying as she stood.

“Can you turn on some music?  Something with a heavy beat?”

My hands were shaking as I went for the remotes, switching through channels.

I paused on something I thought met her description, but she shook her head, and I kept cycling through, jaw clenched hard, c**k throbbing.

She held up her hand when I stopped on a station that was playing a song about being drunk in a kitchen.  The singer even sounded drunk.

I didn’t get why she seemed to love it, but I left it playing for her.

I’d been throbbing with need every millisecond of that ridiculous interaction.

I was starting to think she was just planning to tease me.  If that was the case, I needed to go rub another one off in the bathroom, if I was going to live through this.

She started dancing to the music.  She could move.

These young folks, with that twerking, I thought, just like an old fart.

I watched her pliant flesh gyrate in front of me, at a loss as to what I was supposed to be doing.

My hand went back to my cock.

“Hands off.  That’s mine,” she told me, and I put my palm very heavily back at my side.

She turned, her butt way too close to my face, her h*ps thrusting back and forth.

Meanwhile, my satellite radio was still playing that drunk song, the singer now repeating the word ‘surfboard’ for no reason that I could fathom.

Finally, snapping, I grabbed her h*ps and buried my face in her ass.  I licked her, thrusting my tongue hard into her little tiny booty shorts covered derriere.

There wasn’t a part of her I wouldn’t have licked, just for the contact.

She gasped and pulled away.

I would have apologized, if I could have found the breath.

“Not this time, baby,” said Iris, sinking to her knees between my legs.

“Pull my hair,” she told me, as she uncovered my throbbing cock.

I gripped two hands into it.  It was soft and silky and baby fine.  My eyes were unblinking on her as she wrapped her lush lips around my tip, then sank down, her tongue rubbing me as she worked her way down my shaft, then her hot throat gripping me, as she took me deeper.