Free One of the Guys by Shiloh Walker Page A

say it, though. If he wanted a half-ass blowjob, then… “I want to take your cock better, Brian,” she heard herself say. “Please let me.”
    “Good girl.” But he didn’t let her take the shirts off. He did it, pulling each arm down and out but he didn’t pull the shirt from over her head. Instead, he tightened it somehow, making the cloth more binding and using it to guide her mouth back to his erect shaft. “Stick your tongue out and lick me.”
    “Why are you so damn bossy?” she muttered before she complied.
    “Because it makes you hot as lightning and because you owe me. I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in four months.” Then he stopped talking and gripped her head in his hands—one still fisted in the material of her shirt and the other splayed across her jaw. He pushed deep, deeper than she had taken him earlier. Jaynie tried to roll onto her belly so that she could handle him better but he stopped her, pressing his hand to her breastbone until she stopped squirming. “Bring your knees up.” She did and he pushed her panties down over her knees. They fell to her ankles. He slid his hand up one thigh, used his fingers to spread her folds and exposed her clit.
    Then he lifted his hand. “Look at that. Pretty…pink…wet…” Brian’s hand came down hard, right between her thighs, slapping her sex. She jumped. She would have screamed if she could have done it around the cock he was pushing back and forth between her lips. Torn between outrage and shock, she stiffened and tried to pull away. But the hand at her head wouldn’t let her. And then he slapped her again, landing the light, stinging blow on her clit.
    She came. So did he. She groaned, the sound muffled and strangled. His hand tightened on her head, pushing her farther down on his cock as he jetted his seed into her mouth. He slapped her pussy again and again and each little touch set her off anew, a series of mini-climaxes that didn’t let up until she was soaked with sweat and shaking. He let her pull back and allowed the shirts to fall away from her eyes. She opened her eyes, sucked in much-needed air and stared up at him, still trembling from 60
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    the last aftershock. He slapped her pussy and held her gaze when she bucked and cried out.
    With his free hand, he grasped his cock, wrapped his fingers around it and began stroking it in a casual, almost offhand manner. “See what happens to little girls who don’t listen?” he teased. “They get a spanking.” Then he dipped a finger inside her.
    “And they like it. You liked that, didn’t you, Jaynie?” Dazed, she couldn’t do anything but nod. He pulled his finger away and reached up to touch it to her lips. She turned her head away and he caught it with his hand.
    “You liked every single second of it,” he whispered as he painted her lips with the juices from her sex. He dipped his head low, licked her mouth and growled. “You taste almost as sweet like that. It’s like honey. Do you have a vibrator?” Hardly able to keep up with him, she stared at him blankly when he lifted his head.
    “What?”
    “A vibrator,” he repeated.
    She blushed and glanced toward her dresser where she kept a Pocket Rocket she rarely used and a dildo that got even less use. He held her gaze as he reached over and rifled through silky panties and bras until he found both. He glanced over the dildo and said, “Maybe later.”
    The pocket rocket he turned on, and then, as he watched her face, he pressed the madly vibrating tip against her sensitized clit. “You do it,” he ordered. Jaynie’s hand shook as she took the pocket rocket and pressed it close. The sensations from the vibrations went shooting through her and she cried out. “Don’t drop it.” His voice was gruff but he wasn’t watching her face.
    Instead, he was staring between her legs, staring at the little bed toy with rapt eyes.
    He shifted so that he lay between her thighs and then he touched her, pushing