Wickedly Ever After
Page 8
“Fuck me against the wall, Frank. Please fuck me—”
Frank obeyed her command with a roar, spinning to his left and pressing her back against the wallpaper, reaching down between them long enough to position his cock and to thrust inside.
“God, Frank, oh yes,” she gasped, though her body tensed as his thick head worked slowly through the tight entrance to her body. It was a snug fit, even with her aroused and dripping wet.
“Am I hurting you?” Frank groaned, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to stop if they kept at this much longer. Hell, he might not be able to stop now. She felt so amazing, like a fantasy come to life, the perfect match he had never let himself dream might exist after the death of his wife.
“No, you’re perfect. Perfect,” she said, echoing his thoughts as her hands smoothed down the sides of his face. She stared him straight in the eye, with a look that reached down and read all the secrets of his heart. In the caramel-brown depths of her gaze he saw everything he’d ever dreamed of—an amazing woman who wasn’t afraid to give him access to every part of her, body and soul.
He thrust his hips sharply up and in, filling her completely in one swift movement. She cried out as the head of his cock bumped the end of her passage, but her flinch wasn’t one of pain, but pleasure.
“Yes,” she breathed, her legs wrapping tightly around him, pulling him impossibly deeper.
“I want my pussy to come, I want to feel you come on my cock, baby,” he said, bringing his hands to her nipples, pinching and twisting gently as he nudged at her clit with shallow thrusts of his pelvis. His entire length lay buried within her, but with a little shift of his hips he could stimulate the bundle of nerves at the top of her sex. He wanted to take her over the edge like that, feel her grip him while every inch of his cock was held snugly inside her heat.
“Frank,” she sighed, lips trembling against his as she began to meet his thrusts with little grinding circles of her own.
“Come for me, Edna. Right…now.” She climaxed seconds later, head thrown back, crying her release to the rafters of the twenty-foot ceiling. Her sweet pussy gripped him in clutching waves, pulsing and throbbing around his length. Edna hung on for dear life, scratching her nails down his bare back, biting her lip.
“Don’t bite yourself, bite me,” Frank breathed, unable to resist the urge to thrust inside her.
He started off slowly, pulling out until the tip of his cock was nearly at the entrance to her pussy before sliding slowly back in to the hilt. Edna obeyed his command, digging her teeth into the muscle of his shoulder with enough force to make him hiss in his next breath.
With a sound of surrender he began to plunge in and out, hard, fast and deep, claiming her with a wild abandon. Soon the sound of skin slapping against skin and the grunts they both made as they came together again and again with brutal force were all he could hear. His pulse pounded in his ears, the sweet, musky scent of her arousal filled his mind, and when she started to come a second time, screaming his name, Frank joined her with a fierce cry of his own.
“Edna,” he mumbled against her lips as his cock twitched and pulsed inside her, his orgasm continuing long past the point when his seed had been spilled.
“That was…”
“Sacred.” The word was out of his mouth before he could think twice. It wasn’t a word he used much in everyday conversation, but it was the only word that fit. It had been sacred, the coming together of their bodies an erotic covenant that he would never dishonor.
“Yes, it was,” she said, her eyes filled with nothing but love and trust.
“Thank you.”
“For what?” she asked.
“For giving me another chance at all of you. After the other night I would never have been able to settle for less. Thank you. For your trust, for your love, for…everything.” Those had been a lot of words for a man like him, but he could tell they were worth the slight discomfort they cost him to speak aloud. Her smile lit every inch of his soul, and he finally dared to look forward to his future in a way he hadn’t thought he would again.
“You’re most welcome. And thank you for being man enough to handle all that I am.”
“You’re welcome.”
“I’m not on any birth control, by the way,” she said, kissing his cheek. “I haven’t had sex in more than two years, so I didn’t see the point.”
“You’re mine. I’ll take care of you and any children we have, forever.”
She glanced up at him through her thick lashes. “Would you…want more children?”
“I’d love the chance at another son.”
“Or daughter,” she said, looping her arms easily around his neck, seemingly in no more rush than he to separate their bodies or move away from the wall.
“I would worry about our daughter if she were half as beautiful as her mother.”
“Frank, that’s very sweet,” she said with a grin. “Corny, but sweet.”
“Corny, huh?” he asked, a smile tugging at his lips. “So I should stick to telling you how to please me in bed?”
“No, I like the corny stuff…and the telling me how to please you in bed.”
“Then why don’t you go into the bedroom and bend over the edge of the bed. I want to fuck my beautiful pussy from behind.” He pulled his already thickening cock from her body and gently let her slide to the floor.
“Yes, sir.” She smiled, standing on tip-toe to plant the softest of kisses against his lips before scampering toward the bedroom with a giggle that was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard.
“I like the way my ass jiggles when you run,” he called after her.
“I like the way it jiggles when you fuck me,” she said from the other room.
Frank was running by the time he reached the door, certain for the first time in years that there was a love story in his future.
After all, even a man like him could use a little wickedly ever after.
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Please enjoy this excerpt of “Sweetly Ever After,” Wickedly Ever After Book 2:
“Sweetly Ever After” (Wickedly Ever After 2)
The Queen of Candy meets the King of Smut…
Bella's a candy maker who's been accused of a horrible crime. Standing trial for trying to boil children in a vat of peanut brittle has been bad for business, and even worse for her heart. Desperately trying to save her company, Bella's afraid the secret she's sworn to keep may force her to abandon her legacy as a beloved confectioner to the Kingdom.
Heath Miller makes kinky sex toys, and has a sweet tooth that's out of control. He'll do anything to convince Bella to create magnificent flavors for his edible underwear and flavored condoms. But when Heath loses his heart to the sinfully sweet Bella, he learns that happy endings can be complicated. Dark secrets and ancient curses soon test the new lovers, putting their sweetly ever after at risk.
A fairy tale with a sexy twist, “Sweetly Ever After,” will please fairy tale, romance, and erotica fans alike.
Begin Excerpt:
“Wha
t?” Bella finally asked.
“You’re blushing.” Heath cocked his head. “Really blushing, like…dark red.”
“So?” Bella’s face flamed even brighter.
“You’re cute.” He smiled and his amber eyes did flashing things above his white teeth.
“I thought I was beautiful,” she whispered.
The humor left his eyes as he moved closer. “The way you said that was really sexy.”
“Will you quit saying that word?” Bella asked, her pussy clenching as she caught a whiff of his distinct scent. The man had to have some powerful pheromones. There was no other explanation for the desire that he inspired. She’d been around handsome men before, but never had she reacted like this, not once in her entire adult life.
“What word?”
“Sexy,” she breathed.
“Why? Don’t you think you’re sexy?” He stepped closer, until she could feel his body heat stroking the front of her body like a living thing.
“I don’t know.” She blushed again, but no longer cared.
“How could you not know?” he asked softly. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. If I didn’t want to do business with you as badly as I do, there’s no way I’d be able to stop myself.”
“Stop yourself from what?”
“From kissing you again, from taking you to that bed in the corner and tasting every inch of you.” His tongue swept his full bottom lip as if he were imagining exactly what flavor he’d find underneath her clothes, and Bella suddenly couldn’t quit imagining those lips trailing down her throat, that tongue flicking across the taut tip of her breast.
“Don’t stop,” Bella heard herself say, her doubt vanishing in a wave of desire.
Heath’s eyes flashed again. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“This is what I’m saying.” Before logic or fear could intrude, Bella gripped the bottom of her green sweater, pulling it over her head in one smooth motion, knowing that the cream camisole underneath was see-through. Her tight, aching nipples would be displayed for Heath’s viewing pleasure, and he’d know for certain the effect he had upon her.
“Sweet. Mary…” Heath kicked the door closed and sank to his knees before her. Then his hands were cupping the sides of her breasts, his eyes full of hunger, while Bella’s body sang a rousing hallelujah.
Reality was definitely better than fantasy. So. Much. Better.
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