Chapter 97

• The image flashed through him, Kimber’s fantasy, her body pushed out over the kitchen table, the restraints he usually used in the bedroom this time lashed to the table legs, opposite corners to her arms.
• This imagine drove him over the edge, “Cum slave,” he growled into the phone as his second release started pumping out of his cock turning his lap into a serious mess. Maeson arched and he worked his cock as he listened to Kimber following suit, truly appreciating his relationship with her, and really needing to move his plans along so they could be together.
• Her hand worked the imitation prick feverishly in and out of her wetness. Kimber was not even being totally cognizant of the scene she was likely putting on, not that she would have stopped. Hell, her best friend could come in, flounce down on the bed and begin to talk about boys, and Kimber would not be able to stop. The urge to cum was overwhelming, and when Maeson finally released her, urging her to completion, she growled low and long as she intensified her efforts. Moving now, just exactly right, no longer holding back, she pressed the buzzing tip in just the right place to send her body exploding into orbit.