"I don't have a license," I said. "I can't drive home."
"Uh-huh."
Penny poured more hot chocolate into a mug and added a good pour of bourbon. "Carry me!" she said.
"I hope you're not going to be too drunk for what I have planned for you," I said, kissing her forehead.
"I can't let this bourbon hot chocolate go to waste," she said, sipping from the mug as I carried her upstairs. "I should have dressed up as Cleopatra!" She giggled.
"I don't care what you're dressed in," I said when I set her down on her bed in the round tower room. "Anything you have on I'm taking off."
She giggled some more. "Maybe we should go down to do it in front of all the dolls!"
"I don't care where," I said, pushing her back on to the bed. "I would even fuck you in the back of that hearse."
49
Penny
The Romani queen just made things way more complicated. But one thing was simple. Garrett was perfect in the low lamplight. I studied him as I sprawled on the bed and sipped my bourbon.
"You know," I purred up at him, "I think this witch wants to ride your broomstick. I bet it's nice and stiff."
I straightened up on my knees and reached to undo the leather kilt for the second time that night. This time, I was totally getting my share of the Halloween treats.
Garrett pulled his boxer briefs down and reached up to take off the cape. Then he started to unfasten the leather bracers on his arms and the wide leather belt.
"Leave that. It makes you sexier."
"Only if you leave the witch’s hat on," he replied, gray eyes heavy lidded.
"Done and done," I said, standing up and slowly unlacing the low-cut shirt. Garrett watched me like a predator as I slowly undid it and let it fall to the floor. Then I unzipped the short little skirt and shimmied it down. I slipped a hand into the waistband of the fishnet tights.
"Leave it," he said. He grasped my hips. "I want to fuck you with those on."
He tipped my head back, kissing me hard. He kissed down to the lacy bra, pulling my tits out and rubbing and kissing them. He undid the bra, letting it fall to the floor. Then he kissed down farther.
"Uh-uh," I said, placing a palm on his pec and pushing him back on the bed. "This witch is riding her broomstick."
Garrett sat back on the bed, watching me hungrily as I straddled him. His cock was hard and erect. I slipped my hand around it, stroking it.
"Nice and firm. Should be a smooth ride."
Garrett slipped on a condom as I positioned myself. His fingers were hard when he gripped my hips, steadying me as I rose up. I balanced on his shoulders. He used one hand to push the ripped fishnets and lacy panties to the side, then he was in me.
"Your cock is so big," I whispered against his mouth.
He tangled his hand in my hair as he kissed me hard. One hand cupped my ass, guiding me as I rode his thick cock. Every time I would slide down, his cock would stroke against my clit, making me cry out. I tipped my head back, and Garrett pressed his face against my tits, sucking and nipping the nipples as I moved up and down on top of him.
"Fuck. I want you to make me come," I said against his mouth as he kissed me.
One hand pushed under my panties to stroke my clit as he fucked me, his hips rising up slightly to meet me.
"I thought you wanted to ride the broomstick," he teased as he used two fingers to play with my clit.
"It's been a good ride, but I need the grand finale."
In one smooth motion, he tipped us over onto the bed. I was on my back, Garrett over me. His cock pulled out of me as he kissed his way down. He pulled my tights off as he licked me through the panties.
