Page 88 of Tricky Pickle


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He tears open the package. “I don’t think so, but if you want me to speed it up, let me know.”

I nod, watching him roll the condom on.

He tosses the wrapper.

I squeeze my eyes shut, legs spread, waiting for the inevitable. But nothing happens.

I open one and peer up at him.

He’s grinning down at me.

“What?” I ask.

“You look like I’m about to give you an enema.”

I smack his shoulder. “Don’t talk about enemas when you’re about to break me in like a wild mule.”

“Wild mule, huh?” He grabs my wrists and presses them into the bed. “Running through the woods, your mane flying?”

“Mules don’t have manes, silly. Just a line of short hair.”

His cock presses against my thigh. “So, mules are to horses like a trimmed bush is to natural?”

“I don’t have any bush,” I tell him.

“So, you’re a naked mule.” He shifts, and he’s aiming square where he needs to go.

“This is not very sexy talk.” But I have to giggle.

“It’s not, huh?” He leans down to kiss me along my jaw. “How about if I tell you that you have the sweetest bare pussy I’ve ever licked?”

Something rushes through my body down to where he’s pressing inside me. “That would be better.”

“And that I thought about it nonstop since the first time I touched it.” He pushes in a little farther.

“You did?”

His mouth makes its way down my collarbone to draw in a nipple for a deep suckle.

I suck in a breath, my chest lifting to meet him.

He releases me. “And I can remember the very first time you flashed the bar.”

“Oh! It was so?—”

“Fucking hot.” He slides farther inside me.

“It was?” I shift my arms, and he lets my wrists go so that I can hold on to his back.

“And now that I have you, and you are mine …” The pressure is tighter between us, and I grip him hard. “You’re going to dance for the others in my bar. Show off that body like you love to do.”

“You’ll let me?”

“And every time. Every single time, I’m going to do one thing.”

A sharp dart of pain shoots through me, but I need to know what he’s going to do. So, I ask, “What is that one thing?”

“I’m going to walk you through the tables in your tiny red outfit, all the way to Hookup Heaven.”