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Out of Control

Date: 8/31/2015, Categories: Interracial, Author: avrgblkgrl, Rating: 31, Source: LushStories

obvious. “Are you asking?” The question was directed at Alaina. “I’m certainly not going to say please,” she told him with a sly smile. Carter stood up. He fit himself perfectly between Alaina’s open knees. Without taking his eyes off of hers, he lifted the bottom of his shirt out of his pants and then raised it. He hooked the thumb of his other hand in the top of his pants and pulled them low. “Damn.” Alaina lost her vocabulary. The blonde moved so that she could see and made a high pitched, irritating sound. Carter was lean, all muscle. His torso was cut. The lowering of the front of his pants revealed that tight muscle that highlighted the path to his manliness and was right below those defined squares of perfection. His skin was stretched tightly across it and slightly veined--those veins that made a woman feel like a man’s cock had to be well nourished and amazing. Just as the blonde reached to touch them, they were gone. His shirt was down. He stepped back and her hand was hanging in the air. He took Alaina’s hand. “Hmm, what could you show me?” “I didn’t really ask to see anything. You volunteered. I just said that abs were sexy.” “And mine?” “Definitely sexy.” Alaina’s smile was uncontrollable. “You surprised me.” “Surprised you?” “You didn’t surprise me,” the other woman interjected. Both of them ignored her. “You're one of those.” She motioned her head to indicate his friends—who were having fun flirting with all the girls of the wedding party and getting more ... acquainted as the night progressed. He had already told her what he did for a living. “You sit behind a desk all day long, pushing papers, moving money around with the stroke of a computer key.” “What is it that you do?” the blonde inquired, interested. “Oh,” he said, placing himself between Alaina’s knees again. “I think I warned you before. Don’t let the paper pushing fool you. I’m full of surprises.” The signal was understood. The one that was not the Maid of Honor gave Alaina the nastiest of looks. Alaina continued to smile, thinking to herself, “Yeah, you better act like you know.” “I’ve got something to show you,” the blonde announced. Suddenly she pulled up her shirt. Her porcelain skin was flawless. Her perky breasts were small, but ideal in their own way. Her areolas were a darkened pink and her nipples were large in proportion to her breast size, and they were a tad bit darker. “Surprise,” she said brightly. Although stunned, Alaina did not know why they made her think of vanilla ice cream. The thought made her laugh. Carter who had actually stepped back and was looking at the display, turned his attention back to Alaina when she started laughing. Alaina could see the expression on both of their faces, but she could not stop laughing. The blonde just stood there, still holding her shirt up with both hands, and glared at Alaina. “Fuck you,” Alaina thought. For whatever reason the girl just seemed to bring out the worse in Alaina. She had been putting up with this bitch ...