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Laces and Lace

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As their tongues danced together, their bodies hot against each other, all her nerves about the day slowly disappeared. Why did she care? It would go fine, and then she would come upstairs and make love to husband all over again. Tearing his mouth from hers, he pulled out of her and rolled over to the spot beside her.
“You’re done?” she asked, surprised, but he just shook his head.
“No, come here. I want to eat you some more,” he said roughly before pulling her on top of him.
“I gotta go cook turkey,” she whined and he set her with a look.
“I want your pussy in my mouth, right now. Fuck that damn turkey.”
She grinned. “That’s so dirty,” she giggled and he rolled his eyes.
“Give me your pussy now.”
“Take it,” she quipped back and he grinned.
“Fine.”
It always amazed her how he lifted her like she weighed five pounds, but soon her knees were at the sides of his head as his mouth moved against her pussy. Closing her eyes, she rocked against his mouth until she felt his hand jerking against her thigh. Looking back down, she saw that he was jacking off and quickly decided that was not okay with her. Moving off his mouth, she turned around, sitting on his face before lying across his body and taking his cock into her mouth.
“Oh fuck,” he muttered against her pussy as she took him deep to the back of her throat, licking him and playing with his balls like she was born to do just that. His fingers danced along her ass, playing with her asshole and her entrance as his tongue assaulted her clit. Licking the tip of him, she took him all the way into her mouth before pulling back and doing it over and over again. When he started to thrust into her mouth, she braced her hands by his hips as he fucked her mouth and she fucked his face.
It was glorious.
His body went rigid as he thrust up, filling the back of her throat with his orgasm as he groaned loudly against her wanton center. She wasn’t there yet, and she wanted to come, so she continued to ride his face as she sucked him dry. Gripping her hips, he flicked his tongue against her clit as she rocked against his face, so close. But then he pushed her off him, and before she could bitch at him because she was almost there, he was between her legs, his body holding one leg back as his fingers were deep inside her ass and his mouth between her lips. Crying out, she held on to the sheets as he drove her insane.
As she shattered, he pressed the base of his tongue against her clit and she gasped for breath, riding the waves of her orgasm. He removed his mouth from her and she stared up at the ceiling, really unsure how she was supposed to cook a turkey after that. Trailing kisses up her body, he stopped below her ear and said, “Happy Thanksgiving.”
Smiling, she snuggled into him and kissed his lips, her climax all over his beautiful face, but she didn’t care one bit. It was sort of hot. Cupping his face, she whispered, “Happy Thanksgiving. Now, I have to figure out how to cook a turkey.”
“Yeah. I’m going back to sleep.”
She pushed him away before rolling over. “Jerk.”
When his hand came cracking against her butt cheek, she squealed before going to clean up and get dressed. When she came out of the bathroom, Karson was laid out on the bed, deliciously naked.
“Damn turkey,” she muttered as she passed by him, when really, she wanted to climb on top of him and ride him into oblivion. Looking away so she wouldn’t be tempted, she went out the door. But as she went to shut it, the one across from her opened.
With wide eyes, she watched as her sister-in-law locked lips with JT in a long, passionate kiss. When his hand slid down her ass, cupping it before pecking her a few more times, Lacey was speechless. She should have known better, but still! She’d thought Kacey wouldn’t give it up. Obviously, she’d been very wrong.
“Oh my,” she murmured, breaking up their kiss just as the door handle wiggled under her hand. She turned to hold it closed so that Karson couldn’t get out, but the door had already opened and her big, burly husband stood naked in front of her.
“Hey, can you plea— What the fuck!”
Kacey’s eyes widened as JT just grinned. “Hey, bro.”
“I told you not to fuck my sister!” Karson yelled, but it didn’t seem to faze JT in the least.
“I didn’t. She fucked me. My leg is broken.”
“Good God,” Lacey muttered, covering her eyes. “Karson, please don’t kill him.”
“It’s not a big deal. Go back to bed,” Kacey tried, but even Lacey looked at her like she was an idiot.
“I’m going to kill you,” Karson growled at JT, trying to get past Lacey, but she dug her heels into the ground, trying not to let him by.
“Can you put some clothes on first? I don’t want your dick touching me when you’re kicking my ass,” JT said, sounding bored. “Or how about we both promise it will never happen again, and we call it an oops.”
“Ooh, I like that,” Kacey said with a nod.
“Me too,” Lacey agreed. “Please don’t kill him. Not today. Maybe tomorrow.”
Karson looked at all three of them and then shook his head. She could see the rage on his face, feel it, and it worried her. She really didn’t want Karson killing JT today. “I’m going back to bed, but, JT? Fuck you.”
He then slammed the door, leaving them all speechless. Looking back at Kacey, Lacey said, “I saw that going way differently.”
“Me too,” she said slowly. “Do you think he’ll kill JT in his sleep?”