Free Tex (Burnout) by Dahlia West Page A

was adding extra stimulation.
     
    “Gonna come, baby? That’s alright. Come on my cock, honey. Squeeze me tight. Just like this.” He pinched her clit lightly and she squealed from behind the belt. Her inner walls tightened down on him like a vise. He let her ride it out then started fucking into her harder. “Just stay with me, honey. I’m nowhere near done yet. Just open that pussy back up for me again and let me have it.”
     
    She started to relax and he bottomed out against her cervix. “There you go. Good girl. Give me that pussy, Abby.” With one hand he unzipped the back of her dress, letting it fall open and he slid a hand inside her bra, cupping her right breast. “So nice and soft,” he told her, gently squeezing the supple mound of flesh. His fingers grazed her nipple and she moaned. “Except for this part,” he said. “This part right here is tight and hard for me.” He gave it a very slight pinch. She whimpered behind the belt.
     
    He could feel his own climax start to build and he rubbed her clit harder with his left hand and squeezed her nipple with his right. “Come for me again, Abby. One more time. Come with me.”
     
    He felt her walls massaging his shaft again and he smiled. She had one more in her. “Come on, baby,” he encouraged. “Give it to me. I’m giving it to you.” He felt her start to go over, bearing down on him, and he gave her nipple a hard pinch. She screamed through her orgasm, muffled by the leather strap in her mouth, and his cock erupted into the condom separating them.

    When they were finished, he pulled the belt out of her mouth and turned her head, giving her a long, slow kiss. “Beautiful, baby,” he told her and took his belt and the used condom and its wrapper to the bathroom. He washed his hands in the sink and re-dressed himself.
     
    God, she was a dream. First time out and she’d come twice for him, hadn’t fought it, or him at all. If his cock hadn’t been drained, he’d go back in and ravage her senseless for her good behavior. He turned off the light and headed back to her room.
     
    She’d taken her dress and shoes off and put on a bathrobe. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking a little bewildered. He smiled and sat down next to her, putting his arm around her shoulders. “That was really good, Abby,” he assured her.
     
    She stopped biting her bottom lip. “I- I’m tired. I think I just want to sleep. Can- can you go?”
     
    He paused for a moment. On the one hand he wanted to talk to her about what had just happened, on the other hand, he wanted to give her time and space to think about about it. In the end, he decided it was best to respect her wishes. “Okay, Vegas. I’ll let you rest.” He kissed her on the side of the head. “I’ll call you tomorrow,” he told her and let himself out.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER SEVEN
     
     
     
    Abby managed to avoid thoughts of Mark for the last few days. Well, mostly avoid. Except when he called. Which she didn’t answer. He’d left a message the first time. “Please, call me,” was all he’d said. But Abby didn’t know what she would say. Or what he would say. And so she didn’t. He’d called again two more times, not leaving a message either time. She thought she’d escaped embarrassment by Wednesday when the whole day passed without hearing from him. Then there’d been a knock on her front door after work.
     
    “So,” he said, standing casually in her living room. “Nothing like having sex with a beautiful woman who won’t return your calls afterward.”
     
    “I’ve been busy this week. With work,” she said hastily. “I- I didn’t think it really mattered.”
     
    “It mattered to me,” he told her. “I guess I’m pretty disappointed it didn’t matter to you.”
     
    Abby felt her face flush. He was making her sound like a slut. “I just meant that it was...you know...one of those things.”
     
    “One of what things?” he