Dirty Macking – The Lion and the Mouse Read Online Kenya Wright

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Dark, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 67263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
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Currently, her sexy body was up on the sink, and her legs spread wide.

“Oh!” She moaned. “Oh!”

“Yeah.” I shoved my dick deep into her tight pussy, hard and fast.

“Oh!”

“I may not understand French,” I grabbed her ass hard and rammed into her. “But I do know how to speak pussy.”

“Oh!” Her back kept pressing into the soap dispenser on the wall. Each time I pumped into that pussy, her back pushed back and liquid spilled out of the dispenser, filling the small space with lavender.

That wet pussy clamped down on my dick as I drilled it in and out. My breathing grew heavy. It felt so good to be buried deep inside her.

Groaning, I leaned my face into the curve of her neck. “Oh. Hell yeah.”

My heart pounded in my chest.

She panted in my ear.

My balls slapped against her pussy as I slid my dick in and out smoothly, hitting all the right spots.

“Oh!” She put her hands on the wall, and rocked into my dick.

“Yeah, baby. That’s just how I like it.” My dick throbbed and pulsed inside of her tight pussy. It was pure pleasure. “Never had anything like this before, huh?”

She yelled out something in French and dug her nails in my back.

“Yeah, baby. You want more of this.” I ground that dick into her, rubbing up against that puckered clit. “You like it when I do that?”

“Oh!” She arched her back and wrapped those long legs around my waist.

“This that special dick, baby.”

“Oh!”

“Grade A dick.” I could tell she was close to coming by the way her body was shaking and the way her moans were coming more urgently. My dick was so deep inside of her that I felt her tight walls gripping me with every thrust.

"Ummhmm." I pounded away, feeling my own pleasure grow with each movement.

Her moans rushed out more urgently.

“Harlem, baby!”

“Oh! Oh!”

“Take that.” I groaned. “Take that!”

Digging her nails in my back, she shuddered against me.

Lusty release rushed through my veins as my cock throbbed. I couldn’t take much more of this.

“Oh!” She shook in my hold. “Oh!”

“Yeah. I’m cuming with you.” I groaned louder than I intended. “Argh!”

My dick spasmed as I came hard. Every inch of my dick throbbed. Hot cum filled the condom.

“Argh!!” More moans vibrated out of my throat, almost sounding like a deranged yodel. It was just something I couldn’t help. When I came I sounded crazy. I imagined that other men had the same problem.

“Argh!!” I thrust one last time, spilling more cum into the condom. After that I pulled out, grabbed my dick, and made sure the condom didn’t roll back.

I didn’t plan on having any little Maxwells in France. Honestly, I doubted I would have kids at all. Taking care of Em was enough to keep me busy in this fucked up world.

Panting, she collapsed against the soap dispenser. All the soap had already spilled onto the sink.

Sweat dripped down the sides of my face.

"Damn, baby. You have provided excellent service this flight." I stepped back and leaned against the wall, doing my best to catch my breath. My heart boomed in my chest. I closed my eyes and took several deep breaths before opening them again. “That was good.”

She whispered something to me.

“I wished I knew how to say thank you in French.” I slowly took the condom off and then put it in the trash. “Hopefully, you enjoyed that too.”

Giggling, she sat up a little.

I picked up her dress, bra, and panties, but left her purse on the floor next to my jacket. "Here you go, baby."

Taking her stuff, she grinned and kept speaking to me in French.

I wish she would get off the sink. I need to wash my hands and dick.

I wiped the sweat off my face and put my shirt back on.

She worked on dressing.

I stuffed my dick back in my pants and figured I would let her do her thing in the bathroom and then return.

When I zipped up my pants, she handed me a card.

“Where the hell did you have that tucked away?” I grabbed it.

Digits were nicely written on there.

“Oh no, sweetie. I won’t need your number anymore.” I handed it back to her and quickly grabbed my jacket off the ground. "We can't even communicate with each other."

Confusion hit her face.

"Surely, you knew this wasn't going to be a long term thing." I opened the door.

She waved the card in the air and spoke some more.

“Hey. We’re good now.” Yawning, I left the bathroom.

To my surprise, Jean-Pierre, Boris, and the Butcher’s security were all awake and glaring at me.

“What?” I held my hands out. “Did her moaning wake you up or something?”

Jean-Pierre frowned. “I thought the engine might have been exploding, but with more of the noise I realized it was you and your ungodly moaning.”


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