Free True Choices by Willow Madison Page B

shock. I grin.
    I get on the bed, between her legs, squeezing her thighs painfully for a moment. I slowly lower my face to her pussy. Her eyes are wide with shock again. I've never licked her. I always make her suck me. But my little girl needs my attention.
    I grin again, keeping my eyes on hers. Her breathing is heavier now. I put my mouth to her and push her lips open with my tongue. She forgets her self-consciousness and starts to moan loudly. I watch as her head pushes back and her mouth opens a little. Good girl.
    I close my eyes and concentrate on her. I explore her with the tip of my tongue, the soft outline of her lips, the hard knob of her clit, the heat of her inside, the deeper opening tightening and pushing against me, layers of sweet petals, all mine.
    I flatten my tongue and explore again, slowly, an ice cream cone I want to enjoy devouring. I open my eyes and her head is shaking side to side, her deep moans trapped behind her lips. I watch as she gasps, my flattened tongue pressed into her clit, rubbing up and down fast. My teeth nibble her swollen clit with quick beaver jabs, her gasp is a sharp intake. Her stomach flutters with tiny orgasms and long moans. I press her clit again with my flat tongue and taste her warm wetness. She raises her upper body off the bed, and lets out a high-pitched moan. I lift my face and smile at her, kissing her thighs and wiping her cum off my lips.
    "Good girl."
    I sit up and position myself between her legs and lower my body onto her, crushing her a little before raising up on my hands. Her legs wrap around my legs, feet anchoring her to me. I slide right in and moan at the swollen tightness. She whimpers under me, head pushed back into her hands. I slide, slow and steady, deep and long, pulling my cock out all the way and back in, pushing against the roof of her pussy, dragging against her clit. She pulls her hips up with her legs to meet my thrusts. I explode deep inside her, feeling her lips fluttering on me, her cry a deep long moan in my ear.
    My face buried in her hair, "God, I love you!" She giggles in response, pushing me out of her.

Chapter 9 HER
    "I'm really gonna miss you, Lucy-Goose!" Kevin is already a little tipsy. For all his claims of being a party-boy, he can't hold his liquor at all. I'm standing next to his chair, but it takes all my strength to push his upper body back into his seat.
    "I'm not going anywhere...we can hang out, ya know." He wraps his arms around my waist and hugs my side to him. Rosa puts another carafe of wine in front of him and smiles at me. He lets go and pours himself some more wine. It's not Wednesday, but I couldn't imagine having my going away party anywhere else besides Romona’s.
    I move down the table to stand in between Laura and Tracy. They both put their arms around my hips. Tracy picks up her glass and cheers me, "This is kinda nice...let's have a Lucy-party every weekend from now on!" 
    I reach over and grab my almost empty glass from the other side of the table, "Well...next week is the big one!"
    "Where are you going on your honeymoon?" All three of our faces turn to Cruela, sitting next to my empty chair. I can't believe it, but she was actually nice to me all day. She even complimented me on my final report of Rich's team and the recommendations for training that I made going forward for any new hires.
    "Um...I don't know. Max wants it to be a surprise." Laura smiles up at me. She knows the underlying message here.
    "That's so nice. My first husband...he was full of surprises." She smiles, but there's a sadness behind it. I know he died in a skiing accident. We never talked about it, of course, but everyone knew. No one knows much about her current husband, other than he doesn't work. She doesn't bring him to any of the company events.
    "Rich! Glad you could make it." Catherine puts her hand up to wave.
    I turn around slowly. I didn't invite him. Actually, I didn't invite most of these people. I was surprised at the