Free Craved (Twisted Book 2) by Lola Smirnova Page A

to have a glass of wine?’ She is walking to the custom-made wooden bar at the back of the lounge. Her silky dressing gown falls open. She looks younger in daylight. Her body is skinny and her fake tits look amazing. It’s only the slightly flabby skin on her neck, arms and thighs that shows her real age. Oh, and of course, there is a bush.
    I shrug.
    A glass of wine won’t be enough anyway.
    ‘No thanks, a Coke please?’ I’d only woken up an hour ago, and had time for just a quick shower and light make-up before leaving for this job. I craved some caffeine.
    ‘Would you mind paying me upfront?’ I say, while checking out the vast living room with puffy leather couches, a wooden African-style coffee table and a real zebra skin on the floor.
    ‘Of course.’ She opens a can and pours it into a glass with ice. ‘Let’s go to the bedroom, my handbag and wallet is there.’ Brenda grins, picks up her glass and the open bottle and walks me through. Her stride is jumpy – she is so excited.
    I roll my eyes and follow her.
    She throws her dressing gown onto the floor, gets onto the bed and relaxes on her back on the numerous cushions, her legs slightly bent and open. I slowly take off my clothes, walk closer and stop, not knowing where to start.
    What was I thinking? There is no way I can do it…
    She notices my hesitation and pats the bed right next to her. ‘Come here. Kiss me.’
    I lie next to her, put my hand around her waist, and press my lips to hers, letting her tongue browse through my mouth. Her nipples harden, she exhales, and nudges me to go down on her, while spreading her legs further apart.
    I obey and slowly start sliding down, caressing her body with my hands, lips, and tongue. I linger at her nipples, trying to avoid any contact with her bush and losing myself in thoughts of how the hell I am going to put my face into it. She presses my shoulders down and I slide further.
    I can’t. I can’t do it. Shit. Even towards my father’s bills. Unless…
    Ignoring the impatient movements of her hips, I stop when my face is right next to the bush. I freeze. ‘I like it shaved. Would you?’ I lure, hoping it would seem part of the game.
    Her excited face changes to surprised, then annoyed. Her stare is heavy, as if she can’t decide how to react. She grins.
    ‘You are a naughty girl.’ She gets up, picks up her glass of wine and swaggers to the bathroom. ‘Even my husband couldn’t make me do it!’
    Poor man. What can I say?
    Ten minutes later she comes back, smooth as a newborn. She pulls me off the bed, kisses me, biting and sucking my lips. ‘Make me happy, Julia. I gave up my curls for you.’
    I go down on my knees, holding her thighs, and duck between her legs. My disgust smears with gratitude that her pussy smells like nothing but soap. While my tongue does its job, I keep my mind distracted with a game where I get to name all the components of its aromas.
    She gets tired standing up and pulls me back onto the bed. At about the time my tongue turns numb, and when I manage to detect at least seven scents, including cucumber and lime, she gives out a few groans and comes.
    I lie down next to her and swallow the rest of my Coke. It helps to wash away the nauseating aftertaste.
    Brenda takes the glass away from me, puts it on the side table.
    ‘It’s your turn to enjoy!’ Ignoring my reassurance that it’s needless, she goes down on me.
    I claw the bed cover. Her lips fret my clit. Her wet tongue makes me want to grab a towel and wipe between my legs. While I do my best to fight the urge to push her head away from me, my clit discovers a separate life. It grows large and hard. My embarrassed mind continues to reason with my out-of-hand pussy, until it loses itself in a whirlwind of high-pitched sensation. I grimace in disbelief and burst into a loud climax.
    Orgasm over aversion. I’ve never had that combination before.
     

15
     
    I get up late in the afternoon. As I check the time on my