Standing between her thighs, his erection cushioned against her slit, he found that she was slick and ready for him. Her breath was coming fast, her face red and her eyes half-lidded with desire. “Do it,” she said. “Fuck me, please.”
The aching tension between them built with a stroke up and down her slit, but he didn't enter her immediately. Grinding his cock against her, he forced a moan out of her. Grinning, he grazed her inner thighs with his fingers, coaxing her into complete sexual abandon.
And then he entered her. His erection quickly bumped against her cervix, then pulled away as she gasped, her hands grabbing fistfuls of the blanket below her.
His erection pulsed inside of her as he fucked her slow. Troy wanted the moment to last, the moment where he had control and she trusted him. He leaned over her, kissing her as his hips moved ever so slowly.
“Mm, is your goal to frustrate me?” She asked, pouting into his mouth as he showered her in kisses.
He chuckled, then thrust in deep, forcing a gasp out of her. “Perhaps.”
She was given a long, slow ride of delight as he fucked her. His hands explored her body, gripping her hips or massaging her breasts. Pinching her nipples or sliding against her smooth lips. Though the sex was slow, her orgasm was building up. They were both close to completion.
His strokes became more violent, his mouth caressing her nipple as he finally released himself into her. Tensing, he groaned, and then her orgasm hit her. She convulsed below him, and once she had finished, she pulled him down on top of her for a tight hug.
“I hope we can make this work,” she said. “I love you.”
Troy was silent. Rolling to her side, he held her hand. They stayed together on the bed, naked, for a long time. “I think it will work, as long as we both try.”
“I'm going to try my hardest.” She paused. “Do you think I'll be a good mom?”
“Well, let's see. You're hard working, driven, and generally honest. You're not very social, but we can work on that together. Plus, you've been able to put up with me… I'd say yes, Ashanti. You'll be a wonderful mom.”
She smiled. “It still doesn't feel real.”
Troy sat up, then, and placed a hand on her stomach. “I'm going to do everything I can to provide for you two. A child shouldn't grow up without learning hard work from their father, right? So can you help me? Maybe my psychiatrist can give you some tips.”
“Of course!” She exclaimed. “Of course I'll help you!”
He smiled and stared into her eyes. He loved her, more than he even knew when he first admitted it to her. If he was going to spend his life with one woman, he was glad it was Ashanti. Even though they met under bad circumstances, he wouldn't have changed anything. The hardships helped him to understand her better, to understand himself better. He felt like an actual adult for the first time in his life.
“You know what I've been thinking?” She asked.
“Hm, what's that?”
She fidgeted with the ring on her finger, then looked into his eyes. “I think we should renew our vows when the year is up. We should get married for real. Not because we have strings attached to us, but because we love each other.”
I couldn't think of a better idea if I tried.
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He took one ankle in his hands and lifted it over his shoulder...
She felt another shock of pleasure run through her, prolonging the orgasm another precious few seconds as he twitched within her...
I let myself get distracted, and I let myself get distracted by Roy Schafer.
His perfect attitude, his perfect looks, and now, I'm finding out, his perfect career.
Some bastard took my sister from me, and now I have to figure out who did it, and make sure it never happens again. By any means necessary.
But Roy isn't just great at keeping hotel room windows fogged up, he's apparently a cop. Specifically, the cop who took my case away.
Now I'm going to have to find a way to ignore his perfect face, his perfect ass, and his perfect tongue long enough to catch the bastard who took Tasha away from me.
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"I mean, if you're offering, I could just step outside a minute, I'm sure the water is still hot."
She hadn't realized she was getting closer to him, nor him closer to her, until she could feel the hot droplets of water still hanging to his skin starting to sink into her sweater as they stood, her chest pressed against him.
His free hand tested the shape of her cheek, and then she reached up for his lips and they kissed, and Jamelia knew that she was already gone, even if it was only for a little vacation fling.
His other hand wrapped around, taking a grip of her bottom. If she didn't have much pride in her chest, it only made her feel better about the way that men looked at her ass. She liked the feeling of his fingers digging in, and she liked the way that taking the grip brought something out in him, something that made him take the kiss deeper.
"Do you have protection?" He breathed.
"I'm safe," she said. She'd been on B.C. since before she moved to California to help deal with the cramps, and now it seemed like she was the lucky one.
"Are you sure it's okay?"
She pulled away from him for a moment. She could see the hunger in her eyes, but he had asked for this.
"I'm on birth control, I'm clean, I don't—" She blinked, the next part making her stumble a little bit in her quest to get him into bed. "I don't usually do this?"
"Neither do I, but—when in Rome, right?"
"Shut up and kiss me."
Roy did as he was told, pulling her up to set her on the counter. The way he did it was like she didn't weigh more than a bowling ball. She scooted her hips up to help him get the sweatpants off, and then he was kissing her again, holding her head up with one hand as his other explored her body.
His dancing fingers found their way to her core, his palm pressing against her mons as his fingers spread her folds and teased the hard, pleasurable nub at the top. A spasm shot through her, shooting her eyes open wide for an instant before she let them slip closed again.
He started to probe her depths, finding them already slick with arousal, and then curled his fingers, stirring up pleasure that Jamelia hadn't felt in any of the exploration she'd done of her own body before.
She tried to catch her breath, tried to regain her composure. Roy added another finger and kept stroking that spot inside her, her body tightening, her back betraying her and offering her breasts to him in spite of her embarrassment.
He let her head down just slowly enough to avoid banging into the mirror behind her, and then yanked her sweater up.
"God, you have great tits," he growled, his voice ragged with arousal.
"No I don't." She could barely get the words out, as his fingers continued to take her breath away from her.
"Shut up," he commanded, and she couldn't argue with him any more. He pulled the orgasm forcibly out of her and left her pooled up on the counter for a moment before wrapping his arms around her and carrying her out of the bathroom and dropping her ass-first onto the bed.
"You're sure about this?"
Jamelia answered by pulling her legs apart a little more for him. He took one ankle in his hands and lifted it over his shoulder, then lined himself up against her waiting lips and slid inside.
God, she hadn't—this was—she couldn't find words to describe any more. She could feel his cock jerk with every deep thrust inside, could feel him hitting her perfectly, deep enough that it almost hurt. His cock stretched her just to the point of pain, the spiral of feelings and emotions driving Jamelia absolutely crazy.
Reason tumbled off a cliff, and the delicious feeling of oblivion right
around the corner, about to overtake her, forced her hips to push back against him, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the hotel to harmonize with a voice of pleasure that sounded remarkably like her own.
Roy pulled hard on her nipples and hit her again right where she needed it, and then her entire body tensed up as an orgasm ripped through her. She could feel his rhythm getting erratic, as well, as he got close. She could feel him much more closely, now, as her body tried to learn every nook and cranny of his cock in the time it took for her orgasm to subside.
When he finally slid into her, jabbing against something deep inside her, one last time and started to cum, she felt another shock of pleasure run through her, prolonging the orgasm another precious few seconds as he twitched with each potent, ropy shot of cum.
He looked at her for a long moment before leaning down and kissing her.
"Is it always like that?"
Roy smiled at her. "More or less."
"Can you fit in my suitcase, then? I need to take you home with me."
He moved his still semi-hard cock inside her and stoked the fire inside her that she'd thought had died down after her orgasm.
"No, not quite. But I've still got plenty of time left in the day."
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“Turn around,” he whispered into her ear.
She knew what was coming, but she was in a daze. She didn’t think about the consequences, not any more.
She stuck her fist into her mouth to keep quiet, and when he lined himself up with her entrance and then pushed inside, she stifled a moan as best she could…
Blake Prince isn't your average guy. He carries two things with him: a bible and a gun. Oh, and a no-limit black card. So three things.
After he practically ripped a guy's arm right off to save me, along with an entire plane-full of people, I thought it was a little one-and-done thing that I'd maybe lose my job over.
Imagine my surprise when I found out precisely how not-done my "one" was. I'll give you one little hint: it involves two pink lines…
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His fingers found the waistband of her panties next. He pulled them away from her and his hand slipped inside. His fingers were thick and powerful, but the skin was smooth. A contradiction, in some senses. He looked like the kind of man whose fingers ought to be rough and calloused.
Those soft fingers worked their way through her pubic hair—hair she would have shaved, if she’d expected anything like this, but the truth was that she hadn’t. Then he found the peak of her womanhood, and probed it gently with the tip of a finger. Tested it. And she found that she wanted him to keep testing. Keep searching. Because if this was what it started off as, then she wasn’t sure where it was going to end up except that it was precisely what she’d been missing out on.
He didn’t stop. His hands kept creeping lower, deeper, until he managed to find her wet, waiting entrance, and he eased one of those thick fingers inside. Lara gasped. Something about the need to be quiet built the whole thing up inside her. The knowledge that there was someone right there only a few feet away, in every direction.
His finger pushed into her deeper. Deeper still. Until it felt like it was all the way inside, filling her up entirely. If this was what a finger was like, what was his cock going to feel like?
He pulled back a little, then pushed in again. His movements were slow and measured. Never fast, never anything but smooth and easy. And yet, Lara could feel an orgasm already starting to build up to a head. He pulled her other nipple into his mouth. This time he didn’t satisfy himself with a soft kiss and a circle of his tongue. His teeth bit in, hard enough to hurt. Hard enough to feel impossibly, wonderfully pleasant, too.
Lara let out a gasp and bit her thumb. It made it easier to stop herself letting out a noise as she felt herself tighten around his finger. As she rode out the waves of an orgasm his finger inside her curled and bent and pressed, still pumping in and out. Searching for the spot inside her that would drive her even more wild. And then he found it.
The orgasm deepened, her pussy squeezing down even harder. Like she was trying to squeeze the life out of the man between her thighs through his fingers. When he withdrew his hand from her panties, it was like losing a friend.
“Turn around,” he whispered into her ear. She did, without really thinking about it. She knew what was coming, but she was in a daze. She didn’t think about the consequences, not any more. She stuck her fist into her mouth to keep quiet, and when he lined himself up with her entrance and then pushed inside, she stifled a moan as best she could…
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I will have her. She will submit to me. She's mine, and only mine.
Jen Smith had to walk out on her boyfriend after she caught him cheating, but she was too scared to stay at a shelter. Where else could she go, though?
No one else was willing to take her in. She was on the streets until a wealthy businessman found her. Would this man be her savior?
He offers to take her to all the finest stores and feed her all the finest food, and he only asks one thing: fulfill his sadistic sexual appetites. Will she be able to stomach the pain for financial security?
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"I just want you," she said. "However you want. There'll be plenty of time later."
Her tongue swirled around him, drawing away his entire concentration. By the time he regained control of himself he was trying to force himself deeper into her throat. He pulled his hand away and she pulled herself off and looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.
"You like that?"
He wanted to be a politician, and that meant getting married. It didn't matter to him who he married. As long as she was presentable.
Well, I'd hardly call my messed up life presentable.
I just needed a way to keep my twins fed and warm, and away from their scumbag father.
He made me an offer I literally couldn't refuse. It helped that I wanted to be touched, stroked, pleasured by him in every way possible.
A marriage agreement. We get married, we both benefit. It was smart. It was clean. And it was all going great, until our feelings started making the situation messy. Really messy.
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She was already slick with arousal, he thought. That was good, because as he entered her with a finger, there was no way that she was going to take him all the way without some sort of lubricant, and the natural kind was his preference if he could help it.
He pressed it in slowly at first, and was met with a gasp that he pulled out of her seemingly against her will. She went stiff on the bed and he used his thumb to nudge the crotch of her panties over a little further, to allow him access to the hardened nub at the top of her entrance.
Then he pressed down on it lightly and nudged from side to side. Her breath seemed to catch in her throat when he did, her eyes closing. Then he started to move his fingers. She squeezed him tight, seeming to want more of him that he was capable of giving. More than she was capable of taking without a stretch.
He started to move a little bit more, his thumb circling faster, though he was careful to keep his touch light and gentle. Her breath sped up to match, heaving her full, milk-laden breasts with every gasp of air. There was plenty there to like, he thought. His expectations had raised to what seemed like an impossible level, compared to the first time that he'd seen
her.
Yet, she seemed to be meeting them all in spite of the odds. Sarah's legs started to writhe, as if she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do with them. As if she wanted to kick him away and wanted to keep him as close as possible, all at once. He put his other hand on her chest, dwarfing it, and held her down as he entered her with a second finger and started to speed up.
Sarah seemed to find her strength, then, and she used it in an effort to reach for his hands, whether to stop him or to force him to continue he didn't know, and frankly he didn't care. She was going to get what she wanted, what she'd asked for. She was going to get what he wanted, most of all, though. It was just going to take a few minutes.
He flexed his fingers inside her, searching for a reaction that he wanted. She gave it to him almost immediately, her eyes squeezing shut and the opening wide and impossibly hard. There was something in those eyes, like she was seeing stars. He pressed there again and she let out a breathy moan.
"You like that?"
"Fuck," she said, as if it were an answer. He accepted the answer. He preferred his women to be speechless, but this was going to be more than close enough.
He added a third finger and she reacted like she suddenly realized that she couldn't breathe, scrabbling for a grip on anything at all. She pushed against his hand, trying to sit up. She kicked her leg and caught him in the thigh, and pushed away. He didn't stop. "You like that? Sarah?"
"Don't stop," she managed this time. The words came out like they were the only thing that she could think of. That was just about as good, too. His jaw tightened and he pushed down harder on her chest as he started to work his hands harder, faster. She twisted under him as the walls of her womanhood stuck to him and tried to mold themselves to the shape of his fingers. They were going to need to learn to cope with just that much, if he was going to take her tonight.
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