Page 170 of The Crazy Duet Box Set
“I need you to fuck me like you own me, Luke,” she demands.
With one swift motion, I am buried balls deep inside of her. She screams loudly and a guttural growl is my response. She grips the straps tightly as I simultaneously yank them toward me while my hips surge forward and my dick pounds into her. Her inner muscles quiver, tighten, and then grip around my cock. She’s so close to coming again, and her body is demanding that mine also give in. Pulling the straps under her legs, I continue thrusting into her until her pussy milks me dry.
She sinks down into the swing, completely satiated and panting heavily. “You’ve outdone yourself tonight.”
“We’re not finished yet, babe. Now it’s time to open the last box.” It’s flat and the lid is wrapped separately so she can simply lift it off.
She sees the contents and laughs. “You are wicked, Lucas Woods.”
The box is filled with small plastic cups of pink lemonade shots—her favorite. “Just a little twist, though,” I add. Taking one of the shots out of the box, I dump the contents onto her stomach and she yelps. I quickly lap it up with my tongue, and she stretches out flatter in the swing, giving me full access. Another shot poured on her, and I’ve covered her entire torso with my tongue.
“I want to do you, Luke,” she pleads.
How can I resist that? I help her out of the swing and she inclines her head, motioning toward it.
“You want me to get in that thing?” I ask incredulously.
She nods her head with a wicked, wicked smile on her face. “Baby, I want you in it right now!”
My dick is immediately rock hard again, just thinking of all the possibilities this will bring. I manage to get myself into it, and she wastes no time in working me over. Pink lemonade shots cover my body—from my stomach, to my chest, to my dick and balls. And she’s lapped it all up.Every. Single. Fucking. Drop.
Shots gone, my baby’s buzzing, and she takes my cock deep into her mouth. Up and down my shaft, her wet, warm mouth wraps me in her own brand of silk. She pumps her hand and works magic with her tongue until she has licked up and swallowed down every last drop of me.
Extricating myself from the swing, I escort my love toward the shower with every intention of washing her luscious body. But she’s still in her outfit, and the bed catches my eye, my imagination taking over. “Before you take that off,” I pause intentionally and motion toward the bed with my eyes.
She immediately understands and poses provocatively in the middle of the bed, propped up on pillows with herjust-freshly-fuckedglow still intact. I swiftly grab the camera and make my own boudoir photo album. She’s so damn sexy, I can’t miss this chance.
After a raucous round in the shower, with her back pressed up against the tiles, her legs wrapped firmly around my waist, and me buried deep inside her, we are both fully sated and completely dehydrated. Room service arrives just in time with the dinner and champagne I ordered. With our stomachs full and our bodies replenished, we settle into the bed and prepare to fall asleep in each other’s arms.
“I love you, Luke,” Andi whispers softly. “Thank you for this wonderful surprise—I loved every second of it.”
“I love you, too, Andi,” I whisper back. “And you’re welcome, my love.”
And as I drift off to sleep, I already know that I’ll wake during the night and watch her sleep. And I won’t be able to resist waking her—just one more time.
