“Sweeter than anything,” I praise, cock aching against the coarse nature of my jeans.
“Where you going?” she asks.
My hands stroke her calves, leading themselves up to her thighs, pushing her skirt up. “So many questions.”
My warm breath caresses her legs as I slink down the seat to taste what could only be sweeter than her mouth. Her ankles come to rest on my back as my fingers slide past white cotton panties, her core slick and creamy for me.
“Don’t be quiet,” I tell her, my only warning to what’s to come.
“Wha— Oh!” I hear her head crack on the door behind her as she moans.
My tongue slides across her clit while I hold her underwear to the side. Her legs twitch around me as I press the flat of my tongue and wiggle. My other hand clutches around her thigh, squeezing and massaging the sensitive inner side.
Kenzie moans and struggles with her desire. “I’ve—” She’s trying to find her words in between heavy breaths and whimpers. “It’s so—” She squeals as I slide a single finger inside her as I suckle on the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her pussy.
“Delicious,” I finish for her, before sucking harder and pumping my finger. “Give me everything.”
“Da… Da… Dean!” She screams, reaching down and balling my hair in her fists. Her juices flood my mouth and I’m suddenly the one with milkshakes on my mind. If they served a Kenzie flavor at a malt shop, I’d be the diner’s number one customer. Hell, I’d find a way to buy out the company.
“Dean,” she repeats, sighing as she comes down from the high of her orgasm.
I lazily lap at her juices and then her thighs. My body is ready for the main course.
“Dean?” She repeats more sternly. “Dean!”
The last one in a panic. I pop my head out from between her thighs and blink.
“It’s after ten,” she says as her phone lights up. “I need to get home. Shitshitshit.”
I recoil. “You have a curfew?”
She scowls at me, wriggling out from under me to correct herself.
I smirk, licking my lips. “Alright, let’s get you back before you turn into a pumpkin.”
Call me a Peter-Peter-Pumpkin-Eater any day.
Kenzie
I look back as I open the front door to the small house Mom and I live in and Dean gives me a two finger country wave and wink as he leans against the side of the car that’s seen better days decades ago.
Tonight started out rough but ended up not too shabby. I shiver remembering everything that happened. The man is a god with his tongue. Might not ever need his other parts.
Well, maybe…
I open the front door and am smacked in the face by “Kenzie Diane! What the hell were you thinking?!”
I cringe and quickly shut the door behind me, hoping that Dean misses most of my mother’s rant. I knew there would be hell to pay, but she always charges me a high interest rate on my behavior.
“Mom, calm down, please.” I drop my jacket on the tattered lounge chair closest. “Larry Gouch is twenty years older than me. He collects teeth!”
“And Larry has a King in Africa on the line to buy that bear teeth collection! He’s been working him over by email for weeks and that King is offering millions of dollars for just one of those teeth. Larry’s a businessman and he’ll be a millionaire soon. Any woman would be lucky to have him!”
“Then you have him!” I try not to raise my voice, but seriously?! An African king? That’sHow to Lose Your Money Scams 101!
The people in this town can be so… small town.
“But then you had to run out on him with that… that… criminal.” She paces the floor. Ever since she gave up cigarettes, she chews on celery when she has the urge to chain-smoke. She bites down hard on a stick and tears it with her incisors, which makes me think of Larry and his dental hobby. “That boy is no good. No good, Kenzie.”