Free Betrayal by Velvet Page B

panty, until he felt the lips of her pussy spread apart. “Once I eat you out, I’m going to introduce you to my big dick.” He took her hand and placed it on his cock. “Feel how long and hard it is.”
    Lexi gasped at its girth. “Mmm, is all that for me?”
    “Um-hum, and I’m going to feed it to you inch-by-inch until you scream for me to stop.”
    “And what makes you think I’m going to want you to stop? If the dick is as good as it feels, I’m going to want it all night. Can you keep it hard for hours?” she asked in a challenging tone.
    “As long as the pussy’s wet, the dick’ll be hard. Now shut up and lay back, because I’m tired of talking.”
    Lexi eased back on the leopard-print cushion, hiked up her skirt, and slid off her thong. She’d waited for this moment since the first day she’d laid eyes on him over twelve months ago, and she could hardly believe that Trey was between her legs getting ready to sample her goodies.
    He took a deep breath and inhaled her essence. Every woman had their very own smell, and he loved the variation of the scents. He flicked his tongue out and teased the tip of her clit and kept licking until the tiny piece of pink flesh swelled to nearly double its size.
    “Oh yeah, daddy, that’s it. That’s it! That’s-s-s i-i-i-t-t!” she sang.
    Trey continued sucking, nibbling, and licking, until Lexi was near orgasm, and then he stopped, pulled out his cock and entered her with ease. She was so wet that his dick slid into place as if it were driving into its very own personalized garage. He started humping and pumping until they were both sweaty and on the verge of cumming.
    “Damn, baby, your pussy feels so good! It’s so tight,” he exclaimed.
    “And—and—” she tried to talk, but was short of breath, “your dick is super—fucking—fantastic,” she panted. He was humping her so hard that she wrapped her arms around him, dug her fingers into his back, and held on for the ride of her life.
    Trey pumped and she pumped back just as hard, and before long they were both singing the same song, “I’M CUMMING!!!”
    After they each achieved climax, Trey pulled up his pants, and Lexi pulled down her skirt. Once they recovered from the hedonistic encounter, they slumped back on the booth, glistening with sweat, and took a deep breath of satisfaction.
    “Now that was some good dick!” she said, resting her hand on his thigh.
    “And that was some damn good pussy. As much as I enjoyed your company,” he removed her hand, and stood up, “I need to get back to work, but call me the next time you’re in the club, and maybe we can hook up for round three.”
    “Don’t worry. Now that I know what you’re working with,” she patted his package, “I’ll be sure to ring your phone real soon.”
    Trey straightened his clothes, gave her a kiss on the cheek, and made his way back to the office. Once inside, he noticed that the message light on his phone was blinking. He walked over to the desk, picked up the receiver, and dialed the voice mail code.
    “Hey, baby. I just called to say how sorry I am for walking out on you. Can you please forgive me?”
    Trey grunted at her message, as if he didn’t believe her apology.
I bet if she had an opportunity to go to another party, she’d leave me hanging again
. He erased her message, and didn’t bother calling her back. Trey should have felt remorseful for fucking around on Michele, but he didn’t. There was no telling who she had met at that black-tie affair. For all he knew she was giving up her goodies to some powerful politician. Their relationship seemed to be falling apart at the seams, and neither was committed enough to hold it together. Trey knew that if he really loved Michele he would have never fucked Lexi. And if Michele really cared for him, she would have never left him high and dry. If it wasn’t for their secret pact, Trey would have called off this farce of a relationship long ago. But if he had