More wedding stuff. Bridal shower or something later this morning.
Not that I have a gift left.
Could dash into the gift shop, but I’m not feeling it.
Better to not take anything at all than to take something Chandler will deem wrong.
Laney slips her hand into mine as we leave the dock and head down the street for the half-mile or so walk back to the resort once she’s covered up her swimsuit. “You make me want to live more,” she whispers.
Here.
She wants to live morehere.
Could I make her want that at home too though? Isdating an online adult entertainment starsomething she’d call living? Would she take a leap that big for me?
I squeeze her hand. “You make me want to misbehave.”
She laughs.
And then she does the least Laney-like thing I’d ever expect, and she pulls me behind a building and kisses me.
And pulls me deeper behind the building to a small little enclosed garden.
And kisses me more.
And slips her hand down my pants and strokes me.
And then she drops to her knees.
In public.
Where anyone could walk by and see.
And she licks me. Sucks me into her mouth. Strokes me with her tongue and takes me deeper until I’m panting.
Dying.
Coming.
Coming so hard down her throat.
Right here. In public.
Fuck me.
I like this Laney Kingston.
I like hera lot.
And it’ll hurt like hell when this is over.
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Laney
Isthis what being awake feels like?
I’mexhilarated.
