Chapter 286: Christian

There's a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. It would be a pity to damage yours.

~Westley in The Princess Bride

As Christian worked his way up Carla's plump arm, nibbling and sucking on her sweet skin, he mentally pinched himself. Was someone as gorgeous as Carla really wanting this?

He gazed up at her face even as he gently turned her arm to bare the inside of her elbow to his tongue and lips, and saw that her eyes had drifted closed and her lips were in a perfect O as she leaned back on her other arm, her tits unconsciously thrust forward.

The thrill shot through him and straight to his dick as he kissed the rapid heartbeat in the crook of her elbow. She did want this.

Not one to question extraordinary luck, he focused on not giving her a chance or a reason to change her mind. It'd been a long dry spell – longer than any red-blooded male should have to endure – but that was about to come to an end, and with one of the most beautiful women he'd ever met.