Pack Mistress #3 (Quick 'n' Dirty Erotic Paranormal Romance) Read Free

against
mine.
    He came in and looked around briefly, but
seemed much more interested in what I had to offer than what my
rooms did. I indicated that he should sit on the chair facing my
bed in the front room, and I sat at the bottom of my bed and
watched him.
    “Becky tells me you’re very
accommodating.”
    I uncrossed my legs, spreading them wide
enough for him to see my tight, white underwear and the spreading
wetness on it, then placed the palms of my hands flat on the bed
behind me and leaned back. “I try to be.”
    I watched as he shifted slowly in his chair,
his eyes never leaving my pussy. “I like what I see here.”
    Just the soft but in-control sound of his
voice was driving me wild and I thought I might cum from him
reading a textbook aloud to me. I moaned involuntarily and my hand
started to move down my chest to squeeze my breast, flick my
nipple, and stroke my own thigh.
    “Looks like you’ve got everything taken care
of over there. Maybe I should take care of myself over here and
leave you alone.”
    “I really wish you wouldn’t.” With every
second that passed, my hand got closer and closer to my mound and
my breath became deeper, as if I was trying to get extra oxygen to
enhance the experience.
    I heard the sound of a zipper and looked over
to see his cock out and standing tall. In that moment, there was
nothing I wanted more than to feel the soft, smooth skin of his
shaft between my lips. And I told him so.
    He hissed and started moving his hand up and
down his cock. “Mmmm, how far do you think I go on the first
date?”
    I moved my underwear to the side and started
to explore my wet lips with a finger, careful not to accidentally
finish myself. “I don’t know about you, but I go as far as I feel
like going.” I lifted my feet onto the bed and pushed myself back,
spreading my bent knees wide.
    “I can’t see your tits when you lay like
that.”
    “Then I guess you’d better come over
here.”
    I heard a belt jangle and slow, steady
footsteps on my rug. Finally, his face and hard, thick cock loomed
over me. He brought his right hand under my head and lifted my face
and rubbed his cock all over it. I opened my mouth, trying to put
my lips on it, but he wouldn’t let me until he’d totally marked me
with his scent.
    Then, he knocked my hand away from my pussy
and used his own to cover my mound. The heat of his motionless hand
was driving me nuts and I started to grind against it while moaning
and running my tongue along the underside of his cock. As I brought
the head of his cock into my mouth, he began to move one of his
fingers around my clit.
    I licked and sucked his cock, while using my
free hand to cup his balls and rub his taint, while he moaned and
picked up speed on my clit. When I felt his balls tighten, I
breathed deep and then plunged his cock into my mouth until my lips
were around the root and his head was blocking my throat. As I
came, he pulled his cock out and with two pumps, shot cum all over
my face and chest.
    He pulled his pants up and zipped them,
leaned down to kiss a clean spot on my forehead and said, “This was
a very informative meeting. We will definitely be coming together
again.” My soft laugh matched his and he left. And, after my
shower, I slept like a rock—forgetting to even lock my door.

    ***
     
    On Sunday, I woke with an ominous feeling—not
surprising after all that had been going on lately. But I was
determined not to focus on it. I was going shopping today with
Sally—and that might be the start of my first real friendship. It
was a bright spot in an otherwise disturbing few days.
    I take shopping seriously, especially since
packaging myself appropriately is part of my job. I wore a
shopping-approved outfit that consisted of a black yoga pants, pink
T-shirt, gray hoodie, and running shoes.
    Sally was dressed in Hot-Topic-meets-Lolita
chic with her checkered tights, flouncy skirt, and rib-knit tank
with the word NO printed on it. She was