Starfire (Erotic Romance) (Peaches Monroe)

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    Adrian moved swiftly around to my side of the counter, grabbed me under the arms, and hoisted me up to sit on the counter. There were only a few inches of overhang on that side, so it was safe enough to sit there, though I never did. Sitting on counters was something tiny girls did. I liked the view up there, though.
    Adrian slipped off my blouse and unfastened my bra.
    Can you guess what he did next?
    Yeah.
    That long-legged sex maniac used a wooden spoon to dribble warm lemon butter sauce on my breasts and then licked them clean.
    Repeatedly.
    I moaned and squirmed around, the bits between my legs becoming slippery inside my panties and jeans.
    More lemon sauce.
    Heavy breathing.
    Kissing.
    Licking.
    Sucking.
    When I couldn’t take it anymore, and long before we ran out of sauce, I got hold of Adrian’s jeans and sprung him from the fabric.
    He leaned back from me and stretched up to pull his shirt off over his head. Wow, it was a long way up there to the other end of his body. From where I sat on the counter, it looked like his fingertips grazed the ceiling of the kitchen.
    Holding his bare chest to mine, he said, “Sticky.”
    I grabbed him by the thunderstick.
    He stopped talking as I squeezed his firm rod in one hand, palming the head with my other hand. “Two-hander,” I murmured.
    He groaned what seemed like a question, but leaned down and started kissing my mouth and neck. He knew he was packing a two-hander, and didn’t need me to tell him.
    The change in his pockets jingled as his jeans slipped to the kitchen floor along with his boxers. He got harder and harder in my hands.
    I pushed him back so I could hop off the counter.
    He shook his head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t bring a condom.”
    I bit my lower lip, thinking about the stash I usually had upstairs. The stash had recently run out, though, and had I picked up more? No, I had not. Every time I’d been to the drugstore recently, someone I knew from high school had been working the checkout, and I’d delayed the purchase.
    Adrian’s cock pulsed in my hand, inviting me to take a ride. I dropped to my knees and gave it a long lick, from base to tip. After all the lemon butter sauce in my mouth from Adrian, his skin had almost no taste. I cupped his balls in one hand and buried my nose in his trimmed pubic hair. I breathed in deeply, his musk triggering the memory of my high school crush. While other boys’ hormones and diets made them smell disgusting, Adrian had always smelled good to me. I’d stand behind him when he was on the computer lining up photographs for the yearbook, and I’d lean in close enough to smell the crown of his head.
    Oh, but we’d both grown up, and now we would make up for lost time.
    He shifted around to lean back against the counter, his palms braced on the edge for what was to come next.
    My mouth watered as I opened wide and took hold of him with force.
    His breath whistled in through clenched teeth, and his thigh muscles flexed. As I coaxed him in and out of my mouth, my lips making faint popping sounds as I negotiated the head and its contours, his breathing became ragged. I listened and slowed down my breaths to be in time with his.
    He got so hard, about to blow, and grunted a warning. “Easy, or else,” he said.
    “Or else what?” I asked, pulling away to speak.
    He raised his eyebrows and looked down at me knowingly.
    I licked the head, swirling my tongue around while giving him a sidelong look up. “Come in my mouth, big boy.”
    He just closed his eyes and smiled.
    I took him back in my mouth, savoring the musky scent of his skin, so familiar and intoxicating. His balls pulled up under my touch, and his breath caught in his throat.
    I started moaning like a porno princess, like I just couldn’t get enough of his big, huge cock. He put one hand on the back of my head, entwining his fingers in my hair.
    “Slowly,” he moaned.
    I glanced up. His eyes were still closed, and the whole front of his

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