Key West Lacey Alexander (sad books to read .txt) 📖

Running her hands up his muscled arms, feeling the utter hardness of not just his cock, but his whole body, made her nipples seem to tighten even more than they already were as her pussy tingled softly.

“Tell me about this,” she said, sliding her left hand over the tattoo banding his right arm. She’d been meaning to ask him, wanting to know if it had any significance, since the moment they’d met.

“What’s to tell?”

“It looks ancient and Celtic. Does that mean something or it is just a design you selected?”

He tilted his head, gifting her with a small smile. “My grandfather picked it out.”

She let out a laugh at the unexpected answer. “Really?”

He nodded. “We’ve always been close. He’s a very cool guy for somebody who’s pushing eighty, and he even came down to spend a week with me about a year after I moved here.”

She drew back slightly, making a face. “Please tell me you didn’t take him on the Party Barge.”

He chuckled. “No, but he wanted to go. I had to convince him it was a boring ride where guys got drunk and threw up and that no self-respecting female would even think about going. I tried to sort of…shelter him while he was here, but he insisted on hitting some bars, and he drank me under the table doing shots at Sloppy Joe’s.”

“Wow,” she said. “He sounds like quite a character.”

“Anyway, I told him I was thinking of getting a tattoo and he said, ‘What are you waiting for? Let’s do it now.’ So we went to a tattoo parlor and he picked this one out. He’s Irish, came over as a young man just after World War II, and one of my cousins managed to trace our roots back to practically the Middle Ages. Who knows if it’s accurate, but he thought it was cool and kind of gets into Celtic stuff. So I got it for him. And it’s kind of nice, because sometimes when I notice it in the mirror, it makes me think of the old guy.”

She smiled, touched by his story. “Have you seen him since?”

He nodded. “I go home every Christmas, and I exchange e-mail with him.” Another soft laugh filled the air. “He’s always asking me for tips on picking up girls. He’s got his eye on several old women at the senior citizen’s center where he plays gin rummy twice a week.”

“That’s great,” she said softly.

“But enough about him. I didn’t come out onto this balcony to discuss my grandpa.”

She rose slightly on her knees, wiggling her hips as she twined her arms around his neck. “And what exactly did you come out here for?”

He grazed his hands up past her hips, stroking his thumbs over her pearled nipples, making her release a low groan. “I came out here to fuck my hot little angel,” he whispered.

A tremor raced through her pussy as she rose higher on her knees, lifting her breasts to his mouth. He nipped gently at one peak, catching it in his teeth through the filmy fabric. She sucked in her breath as the little bite echoed through her, straight down into her cunt.

The transparent garment possessed a small keyhole between her breasts, tied with a thin bow—he used his teeth to pull the string and reached up to part the slip’s little vee opening until he’d freed her breasts, the fabric pulled tight around their outer edges. “Mmm, I do like this outfit,” he growled, lifting a kiss to the inner curve of her breast. “You look hot in it, but I can still get to everything I need to.”

Reaching up, she cupped one breast while he watched, lifting her nipple to his mouth.

He looked into her eyes as he delivered slow, sensual licks over the distended nub, the night breeze making the wet peak tingle coolly. She gazed back, feeling as if perhaps they’d never been quite so intimate as this—their faces so close, their eyes locked, their foreplay tantalizingly unhurried and deliberate.

His voice was the softest whisper, almost lost in the breeze. “Fuck me.”

Carrie felt the request slither down through her body like something alive. Her pussy surged with moisture and her breasts ached.

Reaching slowly down for his big cock, she licked her lips, bending to lower a gentle kiss to the wet end. She felt him shudder, heard him breathe, “Ah,” as she sat back up and licked her lips again, tasting the sweet flavor of his pre-come, being sure to remove every remnant of his wetness from her lips and not let a drop go to waste.

Then she shifted, her movements leisurely, languid—wanting to stretch this out, wanting him to watch her, wanting him to feel just as sensually wired as she did. She lifted her cunt, poising it on the tip of his huge shaft before she sank down, taking him inside.

She let out a deep cry of pleasure—he felt even bigger than usual, as if he were spearing her whole body, as if there was nothing to her but the hot cock that filled her.

“Damn,” he murmured, his voice quivering slightly. “You took me so fucking easy, angel.”

Oh God, she had. She hadn’t even thought about it; she’d been thinking of nothing but wanting him inside her, how well he would fill her, how slow she wanted to fuck him so it would last all night. It was probably the first time he’d entered her that she hadn’t been hyperaware of his size, tense and waiting to see what happened.

She smiled. “Looks like you don’t need that secret weapon, after all.”

He grinned. “Well, I might not need it, but I may just use it anyway.”

Yet Carrie could hardly even think about her ass at the moment—her full focus was on how well his shaft filled her pussy. “Do you have any idea how incredible you feel in my cunt?”

He released a soft growl. “Probably about as good as you feel on my cock. You’re still so,