Kidnapping Her
Ford
Pows
I snuck into Mic’s room, and he was wrapped around Isha. F*ck. She was really cocooned in his arms. I looked around his room and grinned. I walked over to his wall and took down the peacock feather that I got him last Christmas as a prank, but the joke was on me. He ended up loving it. His nickname from us was peacock because every time he did something he was particularly proud of he’d strut around with his chest puffed out like a peacock.
I walked over to his side of the bed and brushed the feather lightly down his back. I saw him jerk and then wiggle. I waited a beat and then did it again. This time he rolled over onto his back and I fist pumped the air in triumph. I quickly put the feather back and ran around to Isha. I gently scooped her up and cuddled her close to me, instantly going hard in her naked state, which worked for me. I mean I was naked too, so this was a win, win. Kidnapping her, I rushed out.
I took her back to my room and laid her down. I donned a condom quickly, and then climbed onto my bed, and nestled my shoulders between her legs. I f*cking loved the taste of Isha. I seriously couldn’t get enough of it. The taste of her on my tongue was like ambrosia, sweet, creamy with just the hint of tang. It was a heady combination, and I’ve had it on my
mind ever since I first tasted her.
I looked up at her. She had her hands thrown over her head, her face was soft in sleep, her breathing was shallow, and her gorgeous breasts rose and fell in a sedate rhythm. She was utterly beautiful, and I felt so d*mn lucky she was mine, because right now she was all mine.
I spread her p*ssy with my thumbs and hummed low in my throat. She was glistening. I wondered what she was dreaming about or if this was her natural state, always ready for a tongue of c*ck.
I slowly swiped my tongue through her lips and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. F***ck, she was delicious. I
tucked into my morning breakfast and enjoyed myself.
Her moans started off quietly while she slowly woke out of sleep, and then I smiled as I flicked my tongue over her clit
when her eyes popped open and she arched her body and exploded all over my tongue. I shoved my tongue in and out of
her over and over as she came. Her sweet juices flowed over my taste buds and I moaned, making her body shiver.
She grabbed my head with her hands and humped my face as the last of her orgasm rolled through her. She was
smothering me and I didn’t have a care in the world. If this was how I was meant to go then so be it.
I chuckled at the headlines.
Man dies smothered while eating p*ssy.
“What’s so funny,” she sighed out.
“Nothing, My Naughty Princess. Good morning.”
She looked down at me and smiled that beautiful smile of hers.
“Morning. How did I end up here?” She asked, looking around.
“I came into Mic’s room and stole you.”
“Naughty,” she giggled as I climbed up her body.
I slipped into her and groaned, my forehead on hers.
“You feel so good,” I whispered as I slowly started to pump in and out of her.
She wrapped her arms and legs around me, bringing me close. I slipped my arms under her arms and back and gripped
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her shoulders. My back strained and relaxed as I moved in her. She squeezed me with her thighs and then with her inner
muscles, making me groan in ecstasy.
“Oh, God, Ford, you feel so f*cking good.”
“Yeah baby, you like that? You like when I swivel my hips with my hard c*ck inside of you. You like my steel rod
pummeling this pretty p*ssy.”
“Yes, yes, yessss,” she chanted, her hips meeting me thrust for thrust.
She was so sweet, tight and wet. Her p*ssy gripped me like a vice. She had to have been swollen just a little, but she still
took me effortlessly.
1 rolled us and put her on top of me. She squealed and I chuckled. She held my wrists as I clasped her beautiful breasts
in my big palms. I hummed in approval as her flesh overflowed my hands.
“You’re so f*cking gorgeous Isha. God, you feel good,” I said, as she moved up and down on me, rotating her hips on the
downward and clenching her walls around me.
We moved together, we were in sync, we were perfect, she was perfect. She was so f****cking perfect. I couldn’t wait to
feel her bare, but I hadn’t talked to her about that yet and I wanted to make sure she was okay with it.
She started moving faster, and I gritted my teeth to stave off c*mming but she was making it really hard. I just wanted to stay in her forever.
Her rhythm faltered, and I took over. Holding her hips, I thrusted rapidly up into her. She exploded, fluid splashed all over
me and I couldn’t hold back my roar as I spilled into the condom. That was so f*cking hot, her squirting on me like that.
The satisfaction that rolled through me knowing I did that to her, the boys can now call me peacock.
She collapsed on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly.
“You’re amazing,” she gasped.
My smile grew, that was a f*cking ego boost.
“So are you, princess.”
Her tummy growled, and that made both of us chuckle.
“You guys have been giving me a constant workout. I was feeling guilty from not working out while I was here, but really
there’s been no need.”
I chuckled, she wasn’t wrong. S*x was a great workout.
We took a shower where I made sure to bring another condom because I knew I wasn’t going to be able to keep my hands off of her and my d*ck out of her. I had her screaming within ten minutes, her body shaking, which triggered my release.
We washed quickly and when we went into my room I realized she didn’t have anything to wear.
“Looks like you’re in one of my t-shirts and a pair of boxer briefs, sweetheart.”
“I could rock that,” she said.
“Baby, you can rock anything, you’re that gorgeous.”
“Jeez, you guys are great for my ego.”
I scoffed. “Princess, you don’t need the ego boost, just look in the mirror.”
Silence met my statement and I turned from my underwear drawer to look at her. She had tears in her eyes. I tossed the t-shirt and underwear that was in my hands onto the bed, and I rushed to her, cupping her face.
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“What’s wrong?” I asked worriedly.
“It’s just, I haven’t felt very pretty lately. It’s hard on a person’s ego when your husband cheats on you with a blonde
bombshell.”
“Pfft, she’s nothing but a blonde barbie, completely plastic and fake, her and her friends,”
I saw her visibly stiffen.
“You’ve met her?”
“Yeah, Paul Montgomery invited us all over to his house for dinner. He’s old friends with Dawson and his parents.”
“Oh, okay, I thought maybe you had all been with her.”
“Absolutely not, she is not any of our type. We like our women, real. Not that there’s anything wrong with how Madilyn
and her friends find their beauty. It’s just not for us.”
“Oh good.” She relaxed instantly.
“Isha, you have to know how stunning you are,” I said, incredulously. I mean she’s looked in a mirror.
“I know I’m cute. I’m short and a little dumpy, but I have good assets.”
“Woman, call yourself dumpy one more time and I will haul you over my knee and smack that delectable ass.”
Her pupils dilated. Hmm, she might want that. I chuckled. I pulled her face towards my lips and kissed her forehead.
“You’re a gem, princess.” I grabbed her hand, and we went down to find something to eat.
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