One Little Letter_A Bad Boy, Second Chance Romance

by Robin Edwards

  Drake groaned and kissed her again, hungrily, while his hands undid her top. Her full breasts spilled out, and he bent down to suck on her pert nipples. Eileen had sensitive breasts, and she closed her eyes, relishing the feel of his tongue stimulating her nipples. She gasped in pleasure as he sucked and devoured them.

  After a while, he lay her on the bed and pulled her gown up. Bending down, he began to slowly lick her pussy. Eileen moaned as his tongue flicked over her clit. He licked her bud with quick strokes, and her legs began to quiver from the intensity of her rapture. He ran his tongue over her labia before probing her pussy.

  “Oh God, that feels so good,” Eileen panted in ecstasy.

  Drake smiled and licked her pussy some more, savoring the taste of her love juices. But Eileen was entirely turned on now, and desperate to get her hands on his impressive cock. Pulling him down, she reached over and started stroking his shaft, luxuriating in the feel of its hardness and thickness. Soon it was fully erect, throbbing slightly under her touch.

  Tentatively, she bent down and licked the bulbous dome. Drake groaned as she let her tongue wander over it, covering the purple head with a light coat of her spit. Gingerly, she took it in her mouth. It was only when it had gone a few inches in that she realized that she had bitten off more than she could chew. Gamely, she swallowed almost half of it before choking and pulling out. While she recovered, she masturbated him before taking the shaft once more. The village lads had been very impressed with her oral skills, and Eileen put it to good use, taking Drake’s large member bit by bit. Her eyes started tearing, and the penis slid to the back of her throat, but she persisted till she had hit the base. She sucked deeply, relishing the fullness of his turgid organ.

  Drake gave a deep groan, his eyes alive with the flame of his desire. “Come here,” he ordered, and for once Eileen had no problem agreeing. She lay on the bed and Drake removed the rest of his clothing. His powerful muscles rippled beneath the tan skin as he climbed on top of her. Carefully, he positioned the head of his penis on her pussy lips. Eileen moaned as he slowly entered her. His cock was enormous, but her moist vaginal walls parted as he pushed into her, slowly but firmly. At first, she felt some discomfort, but then the intensity of her pleasure seemed to set her own body alight.

  “That feels so good,” she found herself moaning.

  Drake pushed into her till he had buried his entire penis in her sweet cunt. Her pussy gripped his hard shaft as her body quivered with pleasure. Slowly he began to thrust into her, each stroke feeling her with ecstasy. Conscious that her father might hear her, Eileen desperately bit into Drake’s shoulder to keep herself from crying out.

  If Drake felt her teeth on his muscular shoulders, he didn’t seem to notice as he quickened his stroke. Soon he was pounding her vigorously, with both crying out in ecstasy. “You’re a great fuck, Eileen,” he cried.

  Eileen grabbed his hard buttocks and pushed him into her harder, desperate to feel every inch of his rod. She was almost insensible with the pleasure she was feeling. The sounds of his cock thudding into her wet cunt filled the room.

  “Oh God,” Eileen wailed. “I’m coming, I’m coming.”

  She bucked and thrust against him as her entire body shook with the force of her climax. Her orgasm caused the muscles of her pussy to contract powerfully on Drake’s throbbing cock. He was unable to control himself and came, shooting his seed deep into her pulsating pussy.

  They collapsed in a heap, exhausted by their passionate lovemaking. Eileen sighed contentedly, then remembered her father. “Oh God, I hope Dad didn’t hear any of that.”

  “Relax,” smiled Drake. “I can hear him snoring.”

  “You can?” Eileen listened carefully and was able to make out a vague snore coming from the end of the corridor. “All the same, next time you’ll have to be a lot quieter.”

  “Well, it’s hardly my fault that you make a lot of noise when you come,” remarked Drake.

  “I – I most certainly don’t make a lot of noise when I come,” said Eileen hotly.

  “And what makes you think there’s going to be the next time?” he queried with an innocent expression.

  “Why, you –” Eileen was exasperated. “Get out of my room this instant!”

  Drake grinned and walked off, collecting his clothes on the way. Eileen paused to admire his muscular buttocks as he left before settling back into bed. That man had to be the most irritating person she had met. And also the sexiest, she had to admit.

  And of course, there was much more lovemaking. Almost every night, he would sneak into her room, and they would have passionate sex, occasionally gently and slowly, but often hard and vigorously – which was just the way Eileen liked it. Drake soon learned how to please her, to stimulate the places on her body that were most sensitive. He was able to bring her effortlessly to orgasm many times and seemingly without effort. It didn’t hurt that his cock thrust into her vagina to the limit and pushed against her g spot in just the right way.

  Given the way they went on, it was a wonder that Sam never even suspected what was happening, but he was a rather absent-minded man who didn’t notice most things. And things got really heated up when Sam left on his business trips. Their lovemaking actually became uninhibited then, and Eileen worried that the neighbors might hear them even though they were far away.

  She had feared that Drake’s wanderlust would take him away again, but he seemed content to remain with them and proved invaluable, helping around the farm, running the tavern and ejecting unruly customers.

  Sam and she had had a tough couple of years when Eileen’s mother had died, but now things were finally looking up, she reflected one evening as she stepped out to check on the hens. She had locked them safely in their coop when a man stepped out of the shadows and leered at her. “Hello, my pretty,” he said with a malicious grin. “Remember me?”

  Eileen’s heart leaped. It was Angus. Many months had passed since she had seen him, but she hadn’t forgotten his twisted smile and hate-filled dark eyes. She opened her mouth to scream, but a large hand clapped over it. “Miss me, gorgeous?” whispered Caleb from behind.

  “Of course she’s missed us,” said Charlie, joining the others. “We were about to show her a good time before that fucker in a hood interrupted us.”

  “We hear he moved in with you and Daddy,” hissed Angus. “Having a good time with you, isn’t he? Can’t blame him really. You may not be good for much, but you have an excellent young body.”

  “Keep your filthy hands off me,” cried Eileen.

  “Oh, we haven’t come here for you.” Charlie eyed her maliciously. “That’s just going to be dessert. We are going to deal with your man. We are going to pay him back for the pain and humiliation he caused us.”

  “One man beating three of us.” Caleb looked down. “We haven’t been able to find any work since word got out about that.”

  “He beat you once, and he’ll beat him again,” spat Eileen.

  Angus’ face darkened. “Ooh, I wouldn’t be so sure about that. We have come prepared to deal with him and his fancy fighting tricks.”

  “Call to him,” said Caleb removing his hand from her mouth.

  “I will not!” said Eileen resolutely.

  Angus reached out, grabbed her breast and twisted it. “Call to him now!”

  She gritted her teeth and said, “Fuck off!”

  Angus took a step toward her. “I said, call – ”

  “There is no need for her to call to me.” They whirled around. Drake was standing at the entrance to the yard. Eileen had not seen him so angry. His lips were set in a grim line and what looked like a flame flashed in his eyes. “I am here. Unhand her at once.”

  Angus grinned at him. “She’s your bitch, isn’t she? Once we have finished with you, we are going to give her a good seeing to – just so you know.”

  Drake walked towards them, his face smoldering with rage. “I let you off easy once. I’ll not make the same mistake twice.
”

  Caleb threw Eileen to one side and faced him. “We were a bit drunk last time, my friend. Now you’ll find out what happens to people who cross us.”

  He drew out a sword and Eileen gasped in fear. Drake smiled coldly. “You with a sword? You’d have as much use giving a violin to a monkey.”

  Caleb roared with rage and rushed at Drake. For a large man, he moved with surprising speed, and the blade flashed through the air as he struck. But Drake dodged the blow with ease and skipped to a side. Caleb lashed out at him again, and he ducked under it. A taunting grin was on his face, and Caleb lunged at him again in desperate anger. Drake dodged it once again and seized his hand.

  “Such a slow hand doesn’t deserve to be in one piece.” He bent it viciously, breaking the wrist and almost tearing his hand off in the process. Caleb howled and collapsed to the ground. Drake turned to Angus. “Is that all you’ve got?” he asked.

  Angus smiled. “No actually, we do have something else. Now, Charlie.”

  Charlie had sidled behind Drake. From a container, he threw some liquid onto Drake. “Let’s see you get out of this, you cocksucker,” cried Angus. From his pocket, he took out a stick which he swiped against his trouser. A flame shot out, and he blew it, directing a jet of fire at Drake. Eileen screamed as the flames quickly engulfed him.

  “Welcome to our roast!” Angus crackled, rubbing his hands with glee.

  Eileen was too stunned to move and simply stared as the flames enveloped Drake. She was too shocked to fully comprehend what was happening. But before their eyes, something extraordinary was occurring. Drake was still upright. Through the flames, they could see him striding forward.

  “Dear God, what is happening?” wailed Charlie.

  “What devilry is this?” cried Angus.

  Drake paused at the drinking trough to splash water on himself. As he turned around, Eileen was shocked to see that there wasn’t a burn on him. “It’ll take more than fire to stop me,” he said grimly. He punched Charlie hard in the midriff, and the stunned man doubled over. Picking him up, he slammed the man to the ground. Charlie’s arm broke, and as he rolled over, it stuck out at a grotesque angle.

  Drake walked up to Angus. “Do you recall what I said I would do if I saw you again?”

  Angus stared at him speechless. Drake suddenly reached down and grabbed his crotch. Angus screamed shrilly and collapsed. Drake threw something small and bloody to the ground. Eileen rushed to him and collapsed in his arms.

  ****

  To Be Continued…

  The End

  I wanted to thank you for taking the time in reading Born of Fire. We hoped you enjoyed the first part of the series and look forward to seeing how the cliffhanger concludes in the sequels.

  It brought me great joy to write this as I love writing stories that entertain readers and draws them into another world with characters you love and hate. They say great books are those that evoke emotion out of you and I hope that’s what it has done for you.

  Thank you once again, and I’ll see you in the next one.

  My New Boss

  A First Time, Lesbian, Office Romance

  By Elle Crosby

  © Copyright 2016-2017 by Elle Crosby

  and Second Chances Press

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  Chapter One

  Daphne was probably the most nervous she had been in her whole life. Today, as the newly appointed assistant to the founder of Briar Homes Real Estate, she was finally going to get to meet Angela Suttlemire. If ever there were a feared, revered, and well-known name in the tristate area real estate market it was this woman, and for a good reason.

  Daphne had heard many a story of assistants who had been let go or just outright quit after an encounter or two with Angela. Intimidating accounts of berating and endless critiquing didn’t scare Daphne, but practically enticed her. She loved a challenge, and never backed down, ever. So, after more than a little inside info on an opening (and some unabashed brown-nosing at different after-hours-get-together with coworkers) Daphne got her resume to land on Angela’s desk and offered a chance to find out what all the rumors were about.

  Words could not express her excitement when she answered an unknown number on her cell phone the week before. She wasn’t really anticipating a call so soon, let alone from the woman, the legend herself. It took all she had not to scream and burst into screeches as she jumped up and down in accepting the position. Even then, she’s almost certain Angela could hear her stifled optimism. Nonetheless, she promised Mrs. Suttlemire she would not regret giving her a chance, and she would be there promptly, the first thing the following Monday.

  She made it a point to look her best this morning, more so than she had in the two years she had worked for the agency. With her typically tousled brown curls restrained in a hair tie, wearing her favorite canary yellow V-neck top, and a black pencil skirt hugging her slim hips she wanted to look like a young woman who not only could look the part of a certain employee but one that also knew her stuff. Not just another pretentious college grad like many of her other cohorts.

  Hurrying out her front door and into her dark green 2010 Altima, she hoped the rush she was feeling would carry on throughout the day to keep her on her toes for this ever demanding new boss of hers. Who knew what was going to come out of this experience. To Daphne, the possibilities were enough to get her over the first-day jitters and at Angela’s downtown office twenty minutes early.

  She wasn’t accustomed to so much bounciness and bottled up glee this at the beginning of the day. As Angel eyeballed the new assistant entering her office, she realized she was ten times more exuberant than when they spoke on the phone. It was a brief but impromptu voice call interview to verify the information on Daphne’s resume, and also see if she felt up to the task of doing some odd jobs and customer communications type duties.

  Of course, the young woman agreed, but the giggling and almost delightful squealing that came through the phone that evening was nothing compared to the bubbling, busty, doll-faced woman in her office today.

  “Oh my God, I’m so excited to be starting with you today, Mrs. Suttlemire,” she said, clutching her tote bag under one arm and half hazard juggling a to-go cup of latte in the other.

  It was indistinguishable if her excitement was caffeine induced, or genuine. Angela’s face, however, was stern and less than sunshiny.

  “I see you’ve had your dose of pick-me-up-in-a-cup already. Did you think to text or call me for anything I might want while you were on your way?”

  Angela’s voice was dry, intentionally addressing a lack of consideration on Daphne’s part to not think of her employer’s needs. This was definitely not the way Daphne wanted to start a new position, by not doing it; whether giving detailed instructions or not this wasn’t a good first impression to make as a personal assistant.

  Angela was not an unattractive woman, but with her lips pursed tight, ear-length black bob haircut, and a quarter-length sleeved blouse buttoned completely up to her neck she looked more like a stern corporate-casual dominatrix than a matured business woman with excellent standards and expectations.

  At this first encounter, Angela in all her attractiveness seemed like some legendary vicious queen: unsettling beaut
iful, but that same beauty who enjoyed throwing suitors to lions on a whim with little remorse. Daphne stood frozen, and stammering over her words.

  “I-I didn't think I started things ‘til you let me know…”. Angela abruptly snapped, her voice still just as monotone and dry, “let you know? Let you know. So, suddenly I’m assisting you, then? Are you that incapable of doing things, of thinking ahead?”

  Daphne quickly picked up on the condescending sarcasm in her employer’s voice, and despite her tendency to hide her frustrations with a work superior, she furrowed her brow and spoke up confidently. “I can promise you Mrs. Suttlemire, I’m not a ditz and more than capable of doing what’s required. With that said, what’s on my itinerary for my first day so I can get started. “Sassiness…really? Alright, then. That’s a little more like it, versus all that forced sugary enthusiasm,” Angela thought to herself.

  Angela held up a post-it note with a quick list of things for her new assistant to have done by the end of business today. As Daphne approached her desk, she finally got a much closer view of this precocious girl. Taking note of her facial features didn’t last long; light makeup, hazel eyes, tinted lip gloss. Nothing special. Yet, a quick glance at Daphne’s bright yellow top made it clear either the air condition was up a bit too high for the office space, or that sudden mix of excitement and anger gave her whole body one hell of a good rush.

  Her nipples were pointed correctly under that yellow blouse, and right at Angela as she sat eye level of Daphne’s bosom. She suddenly realized she felt what might be curious arousal and slight regret at being so harsh with her new assistant. At 42 years old, and after 22 of those years being devoted to her real estate business, these mornings weren’t as chipper and bright for her as they once were. She couldn’t remember the last time she had so much enthusiasm as this young lady, nor so much bravery to take on even the harshest obstacles or people to make it through each work day. And suddenly, she wondered the last time she wore yellow. Bright, vibrant, free to fly yellow.