doing, Doc?”
“You want touched, right? Well, I’m going to, Slade. I
have to open your pants to do that.”
“Allow me,” he rasped softly. The amusement
seemed gone from his voice now.
Trisha lifted her hands. Slade moved and she heard a
zipper. She could barely make out his shape. He lifted
his hips and shoved his pants down to mid-thigh. Trisha
couldn’t make out much but she knew when Slade freed
his cock from his pants.
She stared, trying to see. She could barely make out
anything but it appeared he had nothing to be ashamed
of, that was for sure. There was no missing that shadowy
shape standing erect and proud. He was long and thick,
just the way he’d felt. She hesitated, the idea of that
inside her a little scary if they ever did have sex. He was
bigger than anyone she’d ever been with. Her past
number of lovers wasn’t impressive, just a few, but none
of them compared to him.
“Doc? We should get some sleep before we need to
be moving on.” His voice was a soft growl. “I’ll zip up. I
shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry. I am being a bastard.
I was half asleep and just a tad too tired.”
Trisha’s hands shook slightly as she moved forward.
One of her hands curled around Slade’s cock before he
could cover it. She heard him suck in air. He was hard all
right and hot. His skin was velvety soft wrapped over
steel-hard thickness. She let her fingers and palm explore
him. Slade’s breathing increased.
“That feels so good,” he groaned.
Trisha’s anger seeped away. He turned her on. She
hated it but he did. She enjoyed touching him. She bit her
lip and curled her other hand at the base of Slade’s cock.
He shifted his legs, trying to open them wider for her to
explore him. He softly cursed when his pants bunched at
his thighs and wouldn’t allow it.
“That’s good, Doc.”
“Trisha,” she ordered softly. “Call me by my name or
I stop.” She gripped his shaft more firmly, moving her
hand against the crown of his cock to trace the rim.
“Trisha,” he groaned. “That feels so good.”
“I wish I had lotion.”
“Me too, Doc.”
She tore her hands from him. “My name is Trisha.
Use it.”
Slade sat up. “Want me to use your name?”
“Yes. I do.”
“Fine.” He moved away, shoved his pants and
underwear down his long legs to his ankles, and lunged
for her.
Trisha gasped when he grabbed her. He yanked her
up to her knees as he got to his. His hands left her arms
and he grabbed her hips and lifted her, turning her away
from him.
“What are you doing?” Excitement and a little fear
merged but she wasn’t protesting.
“Put your legs between mine,” he growled in a
rough tone, spreading his bare thighs apart to make
room for her.
Trisha twisted her head. “Why?”
“Do it,” he rasped. “Now, Trisha.”
Her heart started to pound. She had an idea what he
would do. He was on his knees and he’d turned her until
her back was to him. She shifted and fit both of her legs
between his, which were spread apart. Her feet tangled
with his pants at his ankles but she lifted them to hook
over the material. One of his hands left her hip and his
other hand slid to the front of her body. She tensed, her
breathing increased, as he unfastened her pants. His
chest pressed against her back as he lowered his head
until his breath fanned her ear.
“I’m going to fuck you, Trisha.” He growled when he
stated it. “I’m going to sink so deep into your pussy that
you will want to scream out my name but you can’t. Do
you think you can keep quiet?” He shoved her pants
down. Her panties were pushed down to her lower
thighs next and all the material bunched together.
Trisha’s breathing was shaky. She wanted Slade.
“Yes.”
He made another growling noise. One of his hands
slid up her shirt and pushed her bra cup up. His hand
gripped her bare breast and gently squeezed.
“Bend over for me, Trisha. I’m going
“You want touched, right? Well, I’m going to, Slade. I
have to open your pants to do that.”
“Allow me,” he rasped softly. The amusement
seemed gone from his voice now.
Trisha lifted her hands. Slade moved and she heard a
zipper. She could barely make out his shape. He lifted
his hips and shoved his pants down to mid-thigh. Trisha
couldn’t make out much but she knew when Slade freed
his cock from his pants.
She stared, trying to see. She could barely make out
anything but it appeared he had nothing to be ashamed
of, that was for sure. There was no missing that shadowy
shape standing erect and proud. He was long and thick,
just the way he’d felt. She hesitated, the idea of that
inside her a little scary if they ever did have sex. He was
bigger than anyone she’d ever been with. Her past
number of lovers wasn’t impressive, just a few, but none
of them compared to him.
“Doc? We should get some sleep before we need to
be moving on.” His voice was a soft growl. “I’ll zip up. I
shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry. I am being a bastard.
I was half asleep and just a tad too tired.”
Trisha’s hands shook slightly as she moved forward.
One of her hands curled around Slade’s cock before he
could cover it. She heard him suck in air. He was hard all
right and hot. His skin was velvety soft wrapped over
steel-hard thickness. She let her fingers and palm explore
him. Slade’s breathing increased.
“That feels so good,” he groaned.
Trisha’s anger seeped away. He turned her on. She
hated it but he did. She enjoyed touching him. She bit her
lip and curled her other hand at the base of Slade’s cock.
He shifted his legs, trying to open them wider for her to
explore him. He softly cursed when his pants bunched at
his thighs and wouldn’t allow it.
“That’s good, Doc.”
“Trisha,” she ordered softly. “Call me by my name or
I stop.” She gripped his shaft more firmly, moving her
hand against the crown of his cock to trace the rim.
“Trisha,” he groaned. “That feels so good.”
“I wish I had lotion.”
“Me too, Doc.”
She tore her hands from him. “My name is Trisha.
Use it.”
Slade sat up. “Want me to use your name?”
“Yes. I do.”
“Fine.” He moved away, shoved his pants and
underwear down his long legs to his ankles, and lunged
for her.
Trisha gasped when he grabbed her. He yanked her
up to her knees as he got to his. His hands left her arms
and he grabbed her hips and lifted her, turning her away
from him.
“What are you doing?” Excitement and a little fear
merged but she wasn’t protesting.
“Put your legs between mine,” he growled in a
rough tone, spreading his bare thighs apart to make
room for her.
Trisha twisted her head. “Why?”
“Do it,” he rasped. “Now, Trisha.”
Her heart started to pound. She had an idea what he
would do. He was on his knees and he’d turned her until
her back was to him. She shifted and fit both of her legs
between his, which were spread apart. Her feet tangled
with his pants at his ankles but she lifted them to hook
over the material. One of his hands left her hip and his
other hand slid to the front of her body. She tensed, her
breathing increased, as he unfastened her pants. His
chest pressed against her back as he lowered his head
until his breath fanned her ear.
“I’m going to fuck you, Trisha.” He growled when he
stated it. “I’m going to sink so deep into your pussy that
you will want to scream out my name but you can’t. Do
you think you can keep quiet?” He shoved her pants
down. Her panties were pushed down to her lower
thighs next and all the material bunched together.
Trisha’s breathing was shaky. She wanted Slade.
“Yes.”
He made another growling noise. One of his hands
slid up her shirt and pushed her bra cup up. His hand
gripped her bare breast and gently squeezed.
“Bend over for me, Trisha. I’m going
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