Doggone Love Deirdre O'Dare

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.Six legs and six arms tangling, while the scents of sweat and sex perfumed the air.Brandi bent forward, rubbing those big tits right across his face.Then she whirled around and bent forward, pert ass elevated in front of him.She was wearing a thong under that short skirt, and it didn’t conceal very much.The temperature in the room seemed to shoot up to desert summer heat level in an instant.Before he had a chance to react, she danced away to perform the same maneuvers for Eric.The grin Eric had worn as he watched Brandi display herself for Damon faded as she moved on to him.He set his cup down and gripped the arm of the chair hard with one hand, while the other moved down to rub the growing bulge in his faded jeans.Okay, he isn’t immune after all.Damon wasn’t sure if he was pleased or dismayed to learn that.Well, any guy under the age of ninety could hardly be unstirred by the blatant sexuality of Brandi’s moves.Holy shit, this babe is hotter than jalapenos.I sure hope she’s over eighteen, but she did mention dancing in clubs.I don’t guess they’d allow minors even in the shadier parts of LA.Knowing she was Julio and Rosalinda’s granddaughter didn’t help either.It almost felt like he was ogling a kid sister here.Still she started it, and assuming she’s legal, what can anyone say?Brandi spun around, dipped to the floor in a backbend and, all at once, her blouse was gone.Her bra was a fragile wisp of beribboned lace.Every move she made threatened to spill her voluptuous breasts out of that minimal confinement.He could see the darker rosettes of her areolas through the sheer fabric, while her beaded nipples thrust against the scalloped edges of the cups.This babe can roll her shoulders, shimmy from there to the floor, bend and twist and throw in enough bumps and grinds to keep your mind exactly where she wanted it.She was damn good as an exotic dancer.He’d have to give her that.In another minute she was back, edging into his space.“Ever have a lap dance, cowboy?”He managed to shake his head.“Don’t think so.”“Oh, you’d remember.You’ll definitely remember this one.”With that she proceeded to rub her soft, lush body all over him.She wrapped herself around first one outstretched leg and then the other, bent over his shoulder from behind to trace around his ear with a warm tongue.All the time she kept moving to the driving beat of the music, which seemed to take on the rhythm of accelerating thrusts—of the pounding deep fucking her body seemed to invite.Deftly she unsnapped his shirt and peeled it off his shoulders, running her hands over the planes of his chest, trailing long, deep red nails against his flesh.She gradually pressed harder until they scratched, just not quite hard enough to really hurt.Just when he was sure he couldn’t take much more without going off like a skyrocket, she moved across to Eric.Somewhere in her dance she had slipped off her skirt.Now she wore only the minimal bra and her thong.Damon found watching her perform for Eric was almost more stimulating than having her dancing all over him.Somehow they all three wound up on the bed.Eric and Damon had now both lost their shirts.Brandi ditched her bra.Then Damon found his jeans much too confining.He kicked them off, noticing Eric had the same idea.That left the three of them clad only in their skivvies.Brandi’s g-string was red, a triangle of lace at her crotch with a string around her waist joining the one that came up through the crack of her ass.Eric wore a brief pair of dark blue Jockeys.They were snug enough to leave very little to the imagination.Damon’s own were just plain old tighty-whities.He felt drab and out of date when he compared himself to Eric.Out here alone for too long, he had let himself go, no two ways about it.While his thoughts and attention had drifted for that short moment, Brandi had not been idle.She pushed Eric back on the bed, laughing in a throaty chuckle.”Looks like you’re going to be first, doctor-man.We’ll let cowboy watch until he’s ready to join us.”“Don’t count me out yet,” Damon protested.“I’m right here and as hot to trot as the next guy.”Brandi giggled.“I like that, hot to trot.Bouncing like riding a horse at a trot is one way to do it, all right.But that’s over too fast.We’ve got all night, so no use rushing anything.”Damon was too startled by her evident awareness of horseback riding to respond right away.Seemed there was more to this Brandi than he realized.He’d figured her for a city girl, but then she was the grandchild of one of he best old vaqueros he’d ever known.Had she ever visited before? He tried to recall, but nothing came to mind—maybe while he was in the Army or away in school.There was also more to Eric Vann.A whole lot more.A twitchy sensation began to build as he watched Brandi start to work on the young vet.Was it because he wished he was in Eric’s place…or Brandi’s? All at once he wasn’t quite sure.Brandi began peeling off those navy blue trunks to reveal a dick many a stallion would be proud to claim.It stood up like a flagpole at military attention, a bead of pre-cum sparkling like a gem at the dark, ruddy tip.Brandi knelt beside Eric’s legs and bent forward to swipe her tongue around the head of that impressive cock.Damon’s twitched in sympathy, or that was what he told himself.Brandi’s position, from where he sat at the edge of the bed, put her fetching ass right at his level.He reached out to run a finger down along the red band that disappeared between her cheeks.She must be shaved because he couldn’t see or even feel one strand of curly dark hair there.Heat and moisture aplenty, though.She gave her hips a wriggle, inviting him to explore further.But as luscious as she looked and felt, her new position was blocking his view of Eric.He really wanted to witness the other man’s response to her teasing.He stood to switch sides of the bed, settling across from Brandi with Eric sprawled between them.The blond vet’s chest rose and fell quickly with his accelerated breathing.The glare of the ceiling light shone on the pale golden hair that dusted his chest before it arrowed down to the tangled mat at the base of his cock.His eyes had gone half-shut as his face drew tight with the building tension of passion.Damon could not peel his glance away, only shift it back and forth from Eric’s cock, half-engulfed in Brandi’s mouth to Eric’s face, where subtle shifts in his expression continued to chart the progress of his rising state of arousal.Hardly realizing what he was doing, Damon freed his own cock from the restraint of his shorts and began to stroke it slowly, in the same rhythm as Brandi sucked Eric.Abruptly Eric sat up, catching Brandi’s shoulders and pushing her back.“That’s not an all day sucker, sugar.As you said, we have all night, so let’s not rush things.Besides, Damon’s feeling left out [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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