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Beef with Broccoli

Date: 2/12/2016, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Erotica, Written by women, Author: CandyXLove, Rating: 92.9, Source: sexstories.com

puts one long arm around my shoulders. The brunette is running, streaked with blood. Nothing is behind her. The lights of a house are visible. She staggers up the porch and pounds on the door. Motion behind the yellowed curtains. The hinges creak. Her mouth drops open in a scream. A rough, twisted plow blade. Scream. Bloody. Death. Jay nudges my hair off my shoulder with his nose and peppers my neck with kisses, not looking at the screen. The silhouetted figure pulls the dismembered body inside. He heaves the girl's body onto the table in the middle of the room and hangs the plow blade back on the wall. "Swords into plowshares. Plowshares into swords." I feel him flinch against me when the violins shriek. I feel him jump a few times, when the movie hit its well-worn shocks. Smart girl Jamie is hiding, crouched in a cupboard. Through the crack between the closed doors, she watches Cotton Matherson take his nail gun down. "God gave you his precious Word. He gave you salvation and you used it for rolling papers! It's time someone made you learn to respect these pages!" Jay is kissing my neck again, each hot exhalation sending a jolt straight down into my panties. "In the beginning..." "Jay?" "Mmmm?" "You're...hiding your eyes during the scary parts, aren't you?" His face is still pressed into the wide blonde waves of my hair. "Mmmmaybe?" I grab the remote and stop the movie, sitting back so I can look at him. "Jay?" "Yes?" He looks sheepish. Caught. "You've never actually seen ... Scream Bloody Death before, have you?" "I haven't," he confesses with a sigh. "I'm not really a big fan of horror movies." "So, the strawberry ice cream...?" "The wonders of Wikipedia. I just wanted an excuse to come inside." "You ridiculous, beautiful man," I scoot over to kiss him. Tension in his shoulders flows out under my hands. "You're lucky I didn't club you over the head and drag you into the apartment to have my way with you when I first saw you. You could have told me before I made you sit through that terrible movie." "It wasn't all bad," he kisses me, hard, his hands roaming up and down my sides, "I got to hold you when you were scared." "When I was scared?" I tease. "When you were apprehensive," he corrects. Jay repositions on the couch so he's pressing me into a reclining position. I toss some excess pillows off to make it easier for us both to fit, stretched out. "Oh, right. When I was apprehensive about scary scenes in a movie I've seen two dozen times." His weight feels good on me and his hair is a black curtain to either side of our faces. "I think this part's my favorite, though." His lips and tongue are everywhere I need them to be against my mouth. He cups and gently squeezes one of my breasts over my tank top. I push my fingers under his t-shirt and scrape my nails lightly against his smooth back and ribs. He moves his kisses and bites to my neck and throat, his chest thrumming with satisfied noises when I squirm against him. I'm so hot between my legs ...