by Vivian Wood
I bring my hand up to her neck, fitting my fingers around the slim white column of her neck. I apply just a little bit of pressure, making her gasp and writhe beneath me. When I release her, she tries to pull me closer for a kiss. I allow it for a moment, but then I pull back. There is much more I want to do to her.
I move back, kneeling on the ground, and ruck her dress the rest of the way down her legs. I cast it aside, then I strip off my own tuxedo jacket, pants, and shirt.
Her eyes are immediately drawn to my cock, which jumps at the attention she pays it. She looks up at me, biting her lip.
“Can I taste you?” she asks quietly, seeming unsure.
God, could Luna be any sexier? I’m so fucking lucky that this woman even looked my way a second time, much less that she’s ready to get on her knees for me now. I reach down and stroke my cock with one hand, hesitating.
“You sure you’re ready to give me head?” I ask. “We’ve only ever done it for a minute…”
Her eyes twinkle a bit, and she pushes herself up on the bed. “I think I’ll do just fine. You just have to guide me… tell me what feels good. Tell me what you like.”
She reaches out, brushing her fingers along my length. I grit my teeth as pre-cum leaks from the tip of my cock. She watches it as it pools at the tip, forming a pearly droplet.
Luna looks up at me and spears me with her gaze as she licks just the droplet from the sensitive head of my cock. I suck in a breath.
“Well, if you insist,” I say, unable to look away. She presses her free hand against my chest, turning me onto my back. I go willingly, trying not to flutter my eyes closed as she moves down, kissing as she goes.
When Luna circles her wet tongue around the head of my cock, I can’t breathe for a second.
“Like this?” she asks, looking up at me. She shifts so that she’s on her knees.
“That’s… perfect. Jesus, you’re hot when you’re on your knees like that.”
Swallowing, I look down at her heart-shaped face. Her pouty lips part as I guide my cock to her mouth. The second I touch my cock to her lips, the sensitive head probing the wet heat of her mouth, I have to close my eyes for a moment.
My dick twitches, and it takes everything in me not to just bury myself in her hot mouth. I imagine how I would do it. How good it would feel just to put my hand in her hair, to let go and fuck her mouth and throat.
But no. I open my eyes again, breathing hard. She’s looking up at me, her lips on the very tip of my dick, her eyes telling me that she trusts me. I have to remember that.
“Open your mouth a little, and stick out your tongue,” I encourage her, pressing the blunt head against her lips.
She does, rolling out the velvety tip of her tongue. It caresses the head of my cock, and sends tiny lightning bolts of electricity down to my feet. My toes curl.
“Fuuuuuuck,” I whisper. She nudges my fingers out of the way, closing her little hand around my cock. I put my hand into her hair as she sinks her mouth down on my dick.
She starts to work her head forward and back, fucking me oh so slowly. I groan as she picks up the pace a little, closing my eyes and leaning my head back.
Usually when I’m fucking a girl’s pussy or ass, I’m in a position of complete control. I can stop or slow down as often as I want, which helps me keep from blowing my load before I’m ready. Even with throat-fucking, I am in control more than I am now.
And control is something I have desperately needed… until now. Until this girl.
With Luna, I challenge myself to let go just a tiny bit, to let her lead just for a few moments.
I can’t scare her off of going down by grabbing her and fucking her throat. And as much as I’d like to cum in her mouth, I know that I can’t. It’s too much.
“Fuckkkk,” I hiss. Her mouth feels incredible, it’s going to be hard to restrain myself. “Jesus. Okay, okay. You have to stop, otherwise I’m going to finish in your mouth.”
I gently grab her face and push her back. She sits back on her heels, wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand.
“You taste good,” she says, her eyes scanning my face. She licks her lips. For a second, my eyes are on her mouth, watching her tongue.
Yeah, I would’ve finished there without a problem.
“Your mouth is incredible.” I pin her onto her back. “I just didn’t want to cum in there, when there are so many other places that call my name.”
She giggles for a second. “Like where?” she asks, a big smile on her face.
I grab her knees and force them apart, leaning down to kiss her breasts. Then I go straight for her pussy, spreading it with two fingers and licking her clit.
Luna cries out and buries her hands in my hair, her back bowing. I trace figure eights around her clit and dip my tongue into her pussy, loving the scent and taste of her. Just as she gets worked up, her juices flowing, I press her knees up and lick my way around the tiny pucker of her ass.
“Oooh!” she cries, startled.
I kiss and lick it for a second, penetrating her ass with the tip of my tongue. Then I break away, kissing her inner thighs, kissing and biting her breasts.
“I want you to touch yourself again,” I whisper in her ear. “While I’m taking you from behind, I want you to make yourself come.”
She nods eagerly and I flip her over, almost shaking with the need to fuck her. She braces herself on her knees and elbows, showing her pretty pussy and ass to me. I grasp my cock, pressing the head to her entrance.
“Touch yourself,” I order. She reaches under her body and starts to play with her clit.
I plunge inside her and hear her gasp. It feels so hot and so tight that I have to go slow, otherwise I’ll come right away.
“Oh my god,” she gasps. “Gabe, your cock feels so good. It’s so, so good.”
I grab her hips and use them as leverage while I fuck her, working my cock in and out of her pussy. She begins to tighten her pussy even more as she plays with her clit. I focus, closing my eyes, and try to hit her g-spot every time I thrust.
Finally she bursts, coming with a shout. I speed up as soon as I feel her begin to spasm, letting myself pound into her like a jackhammer. She cries out my name, which has never sounded better than it does when it pour from her lips.
“Gabe!”
I feel my cock start to twitch and pulse as I drive home again and again. I feel like I’m coming like a fucking fountain, her pussy milking my cock for everything it’s worth.
“Fuck!” I shout. “God damn, Luna.”
It takes a long ass time before I’m drained, but eventually I do pull out of her pussy. I catch myself before I slump face first into her back, diverting my weight to fall beside her instead. She doesn’t move, she lies on her stomach, facing away from me, her breathing ragged.
I struggle for breath too, but I also feel an overwhelming need to kiss her. I turn her over to face me with one hand, and cup her cheek.
We lie like that for almost half an hour, enjoying the closeness of each other’s bodies. Neither of us says a word, and we don't need to.
At length, I call to her, my voice gone hoarse. “Hey.”
She turns toward me, rustling the sheets. “Hey.”
I pull her in close so that she finds a space on my chest, cuddling against me. Looking right down into her eyes, I give her a weary smile. “I love you, Luna. I love you so much, I don’t even know how to explain it to you.”
She presses herself up and gives me a long kiss on the lips. When she pulls back, her eyes are shining with emotion. “I love you too, Gabe. I love you so much that it almost hurts to look at you.”
My lips lift at the corners. My eyes close of their own volition. I guess that I am more tired than I even knew. I hold her close as I drift off, knowing that she’ll be there when I wake up.
Luna will always be there.
She’s my forever.
THE END
Chapter Thirty-Six
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Chapter Thirty-Seven
Meet Stellan and Margot!!
Heavy is the head that wears the crown.
I’m handsome, obscenely wealthy, and straight-laced. Duty and honor come before what I want. I already have a list of wealthy, beautiful girls that are ready to marry me. When I meet pretty, pink haired, punk-rock Margot, I make myself a deal. I can take her... but only for one earth shattering night.
Proud, rebellious, a perfect body made for sin. Margot is my weakness; it’s too bad that she’s also a journalist. When she shows up again in Copenhagen, she is tasked with doing a story about me and the future of the royal line.
And me? I can look at Margot all I want... but never ever touch her. So instead I throw up my walls, insisting that our night together was a mistake. It sparks a fire, a growing tension between us.
Every time our hands brush, every single lustful glance, every damn time she bites her lip... Eventually, even my strong will can’t overcome temptation. Though it’s wrong, though my life is already all plotted out, I can't resist her.
I need her, in my bed and in my life.
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Sinful Fling
Thank you so much to the people who helped make this book happen. To my editors — Becca and Gemma. To my beta readers — Patricia, Chele, and Shelly. And to Rachel, for lending me your name.
Chapter One
Rachel
Current day
“You have to choose one,” my personal assistant Sarah informs me.
As we walk into the penthouse, I grab the sheet of photo proofs and set it down on the marble kitchen counter, indecisive.
My mother hates that I don’t live under her roof anymore, but that was just a step too far down the path they have laid out for me. After a metric ton of pleading with my mom and my dad, I finally received this penthouse and moved out of their estate.
Here at least I am comfortable and alone. Well, except for my boyfriend Clay. But he works so much that he is barely home anyway.
He’s usually working at Civicore, the multinational corporation that doubles as my family business. I’m supposed to join him soon, with an office beside my father’s.
If only this little voice in the back of my head shouting get out while you can would just… go away. I know what I am. I know what I need to do.
Settle down, start a family, work for the company.
It’s just hard to accept that I have reached the end of grad school and the beginning of my actual life, I guess.
I stare at the photos. Twelve little versions of me stare back, each worst than the last. My hair in the top left one is a mess. In one on the bottom row, a bra strap peeks out of my dress. In another, I look like I’m about to fall asleep.
“This photo is going to be representative of me for years to come.” I take off my Chanel sunglasses and tap them against my lips. “Whenever people ask, ‘But who is Rachel Black?’ I want to be able to point to this photo. I can say, ‘See? I’m a real person!’”
Sarah wrinkles her nose. “Okay, pretend I’m one of these unknown people who you’re talking about. I’ll be like, ‘Who is the only daughter of Graham and Leigh Black, the family that owns the largest multinational chemical corporation?’ Then you’ll pull out one of these photos. Which one screams, ‘I’m a legitimate heir’ but not ‘I’m a spoiled princess’?”
I peer down at the photo proofs, trying to decide which one has the least number of flaws. In my head, the voice of my mother echoes.
You’re standing weird here. Your lips look like they are fake in this one. When did you gain ten pounds?
My mother and father stand just behind me in most of the pictures. I’m wearing my cap and gown and looking at the camera with a tired smile. We are standing under a banner that says “Congrats 2018 NYU Tadon Graduates!” I just graduated summa cum laude from Tadon with my master’s degree in environmental engineering, the first woman in my family to do so. Coupled with doing my undergrad at Columbia, I have a pretty impressive resume.
Well, on paper, at least.
“Hmm.” I look at the photo proofs. “I honestly don’t like any of them.”
I can see Sarah trying not to roll her eyes. “I’m sure that you kind of like at least one of them.”
I pull a face and look again. In each shot, my mother and I are standing a little differently, emphasizing different parts of our bodies. In the photos I am a younger version of my mother, tanned and blonde, in a fitted white chiffon dress that ends just below my knee. My father stands between us, darkly handsome, grinning as though he has a secret.
I narrow my eyes and cock my head, drumming my nails on my kitchen counter.
“Rachel… you just have to choose one. Here, I like this one a lot,” Sarah says, tapping her finger against one of the photos. “You look very poised.”
She’s trying to be helpful, but these things can’t be rushed.
“Whichever photo I choose will be sent out to everyone, including the board members of Civicore. My future co-workers, in other words.” I pause to let out a breath. “My mother has stressed to me time and again the importance of doing everything perfectly the first time, not rushing anything. So I’m going to take my time to choose the picture.”
“Your mother, god bless her, would judge a saint. There isn’t really any way to please her. I should know, I was her assistant for a week when her assistant went out of town.” Sarah shivers a little. “That woman is only focused on what other people will hear, see, and feel. She’s… vain.”
That gets a rare smile out of me. “Yes. But then again, she has this uncanny sort of knack for knowing what other people are thinking.”
Sarah snorts. “No. She just tells people what to think. There is a big difference. I wish you wouldn’t give her so much power over you.”
I put down my Chanel sunglasses with a sigh. “I know. It’s just… five years ago—”
She puts her hand up. “Let me stop you there. When some guy left you, you were destroyed. You naturally turned to your mom. Your mother taught you to be more like her. I get that, really I do. It’s just…” She bites her lip. “I think that you have this weird thing where you internalize every little thing she says about you and you make it a bigger deal than it is. Remember when she commented on women that dye their hair? The next day, you were in the salon, getting all traces of the pink out of your hair. Same thing with people who do their nails.”
My mouth twists. “The Queen of England doesn’t let women in the royal family do their nails fun colors either.”
Her eyebrows lift. “Yeah. I mean… your mother and the Queen of England may have a ton in common, but they aren’t the same person.”
I can’t disagree with that. Although every time someone in the royal family does something out of line, I feel a weird sort of kinship with them. I know what it’s like to be scorned and mocked by your own family.
She’s helping you, I remind myself firmly. Sort of.
“Okay. I feel like we’re getting off topic here. We are supposed to be deciding on the picture.”
Blowing out a breath, I refocus
on the proof sheet.
Even though I could think of a thousand other things I would rather be doing right now. Not the least of which is running away as fast as I can.
Where would I go, though?
Standing in the gorgeous kitchen of my very expensive and very large New York City penthouse, I realize I shouldn’t complain. I have the whole top floor all to myself. There are a lot of people that have much tougher decisions to make than what photo of them to use.
Sarah clears her throat. “It’s just that the photo you choose will probably be distributed to all the newspapers—”
“Shh,” I warn her. I won’t have Sarah acting as my mother’s stand in. I rub my temple. “I have a roaring headache. Let me think, please.”
Sarah backs down right away. I stare at the photos for another minute in silence before picking up my choice.
“This one.” I hand it over to her, a vague smile on my lips. Glancing at the massive window, my smile twists in a sour expression. “And you can go for the day. I know it’s only noon, but I am ready to change into my pajamas and lay around for the rest of today.”
Sarah lifts a brow. “Well… all right. We do have such a busy day tomorrow. Should we go over the schedule?”
I stop her with a raised hand, shaking my head. “No thank you. Just email me the schedule instead. I’ll try to go over it today.”
She bows her head. “See you tomorrow.”
I smile but don’t answer. Waiting until she hurries out of the room, I take off my high heels with a sigh of relief. They look good and they make my ass look like heaven, but they hurt so badly.
Before I can walk away from the kitchen counter though, a stack of mail catches my eye. Sarah must’ve left it here for me and forgotten to mention it.
Flipping through the envelopes, I find most of it is invitations to charity events and solicitations for donations. All of them are hand-addressed and made out of heavy linen paper. I put them aside for Sarah to go through.
