《TRUST ME》全部章節：第 61 章 - 第 70 章

“I’m cumming, Sandra,” he growled, and she removed him from her mouth, stroking him hard and fast. He groaned in surprise as he released into her hand, growling as he came. He drew a deep breath a moment later to help steady his nerves and looked down at her, shivering as she licked the underside of his quivering penis. She leaned back and lifted her hand, looking at the sticky white liquid he had spilled.“So, this is what it looks like,” she said amazed. He reached down and pulled her up by the shoulders, pushing her against the back of the shower stall.“I will never cease to be amazed by you,” he growled, pressing his mouth against her hard and demanding, his tongue thrusting deep into her. She moaned against him as he removed his lips all too soon, her hand still filled with the result of her assault on him.“Do you like how it feels?” he asked her, and she looked down at her hand. She smiled at him and nodded. It was hot and sticky, but not unpleasant. It was erotic to watch h

“What if I say I want a long engagement?” Creighton pulled out of the parking space and onto the road leading to the nearby town. He was silent for several minutes before he glanced across the seat to her.“I’ve already told you, I’m not a patient man,” he said quietly, his face pulled in a slight frown, his eyes looked frightened and apprehensive. “Are you having second thoughts?”“No, but I still think we’re rushing things a bit,” she said, hoping her admission would calm the sudden tension that was filling the small confines of the car. “Shouldn’t we at least know the basics about each other before we sign on the dotted line?”“Why do I feel this is going to be an argument to take us into our senior years?” Creighton teased as he pulled the car into an empty stall outside a modern fashion boutique, then shut off the engine. “Let’s go get you something to wear.”The store was very trendy and had a number of odd-looking new designer-name fashions. Sandra looked at what she assumed w

“I can’t,” she said quietly, and he smiled, reaching over the span of the seat and inserted his finger into her. He pressed it hard against the front wall of her vagina as he moved it in and out, causing her to moan softly. He pulled his finger out, wet with her moisture, then placed it into her mouth as she gasped.“Suck,” he ordered, and she found herself obeying, tasting the salty moisture and blushing. “How daring are you feeling right now?” he asked her when he pulled his finger out of her mouth, watching her wiggle beneath her seat belt.“Very.”“Good,” he said, signaling again and pulling off the main highway and onto a dirt road that led between a small patch of trees. He quickly shut the car off and opened the door, going around to the passenger side. He opened her door, pushing the button on the seat belt holding her restrained, then pulled her out.“I need you now,” he insisted, taking her to the front of the car and laying her out across the warm hood. The heat stung her

Sandra walked down the narrow streets of Orléans France; her hand securely tucked inside Creighton’s. The city was alive with excitement for the Joan of Arc Festival. Merchants of all kinds were dressed in medieval costume, selling their wares on the streets and in the shops. The smells of food, pastries and sweets filtered through the air as they made their way through the streets. They paused by the statue of Joan of Arc, where they had their photo taken by a local photographer for five euros, then toured Joan of Arc’s home. Afterward, they visited several shops and stores in search for souvenirs. Creighton found a delicate hand knitted shawl for his mother, and for his father, a pair of hand sewn leather gloves. Sandra bought Nana a needlepoint blanket and Papa a new riding crop, blushing as she paid for it. For Cathy, she bought a bottle of perfume and a pair of silver and crystal earrings. Creighton, too, bought perfume for Sabrina, a hand designed beaded bag for Irena, a book

He held her hand out flat and opened the bottle of gel, slowly dribbling it onto the golden spheres. He smiled at her as he wrapped her fingers around them.“Massage them,” he ordered in a hushed tone. “Make them warm and slick.” Sandra did as she was told, her hand quickly warming under the gel. Creighton went to the dresser and picked up Sandra’s iPod, shuffling through the songs until he found the playlist he wanted her to dance to. A variety of today’s pop singles. He went to the bed and gathered the handcuffs together then quickly attached them to the rich wooden bed frame. He looked back at her as she continued to play with the golden balls and smiled.“Ready?” he asked her, and she nodded anxiously. “Come here and stand next to me.” Sandra walked to him as he sat on the edge of the bed, standing in front of him, blushing. Creighton glanced up at her, running his warm hands up her boots to her hips and then to her exposed butocks, massaging them gently.“You are absolutely ama