by Aliyah Burke
She turned to look at him over her shoulder and his expression was not playful or kidding. She obliged him, bending over the chair she’d just occupied, letting the weight of her breasts rest in his hands. “Are you on the pill?” His voice was low and a caress at her back.
She rolled her eyes shut. “Yes.” She could barely find her voice to respond. He squeezed her tits before dropping one of his hands behind her. She could feel him adjust his boxer briefs and he moved her panties out of his way. “Spread them for me, Callie.”
As if under his spell, she widened her legs and he entered her slowly from behind. His cock was so rigid; she covered her mouth so her scream wasn’t so loud. “Daniel, wait.”
“What’s wrong?” He slowed his movements.
“You are much larger than I’m used to. You need to help me out here.”
“Just relax, baby, I got you,” he said running a hand down her back. Chills ran all over her body. Her pussy liquefied around his cock, as he slowly pushed himself farther inside her tight walls. She sighed when she felt his balls against her ass. “See, baby. I fit.”
She lifted one knee on the chair to allow him better access. “Yea, I can feel you in my stomach, but you fit,” she moaned.
He chuckled. “Come home with me, Callie. You can feel me in your stomach all weekend.”
“I-I—” She gasped as he slowly pumped in and out of her.
“Don’t make excuses for why you shouldn’t. You can’t tell me you don’t want to feel good all weekend.” He stopped moving against her. She moaned in protest. “I won’t move, unless you promise me….”
“God, Daniel, will you hush already? I need you to keep moving. Fine, I’ll spend the weekend with you.” She finally gave in when he remained still.
“You make things so hard.” He teased her as she peeked over her shoulder at him, eyebrows raised. “Oh, that pun was definitely intended,” he laughed. He grabbed at her hips and slammed his cock home. Her back arched as he pulled back out and did it again. “You should not feel this good, honey. You are going to drive me wild,” he gritted out, riding her slowly at first as his balls were hitting softly against her firm ass. She backed into him, following his rhythm. She had to agree, he felt equally intoxicating crammed into her warmth. He moved against her with rhythmic pulses and she couldn’t hold back anymore. She crashed around him. Three orgasms in one session was record breaking for her. What would he do to her this weekend? “Yes, baby, come for me. I can feel that.” Daniel continued to pump her senseless until he too released long and hard; his cum filling her hole and spilling from her depths. He leaned into her back with his arms wrapping around her middle, keeping her on her feet. “We need to get out of here,” he whispered.
“I can’t move,” she sighed.
He grinned against her back, standing her up and flipping her back around in his arms as he looked down at her. I have a walk-in shower with jets. How would that feel against your body?”
“Like heaven.”
“Then let’s get out of here,” he said.
“Will you feed me?” she asked.
“Absolutely.” He leaned in and kissed her lips lightly.
She pushed away from him and grinned. “Then what are we waiting for?”
He smiled and walked across the room to pick up their clothes off the floor and her desk. He came back to her and bent to kiss her neck. “Whoa there, save that thought, please. I’m going to stop at home and get some clothes. Give me your address and I’ll be over in an hour.”
He handed her the clothes and winked at her. “I’ll text you. Let me leave you to get dressed. I’ll see you a bit later.” Daniel turned from her and headed toward the door. She watched his tight ass covered by his boxer briefs as he walked away. God, this man is sexy as hell.
She shimmied into and refastened her bra at the front, as he turned to catch her checking him out. “Are you looking at my ass?”
“It wouldn’t be the first time,” she said coyly picking up her skirt.
“Really?” He raised a brow.
“Like you never noticed me checking you out before, Daniel. Come on.”
“Hmm, good to know. Well, come over and I’ll show you what I’ve been checking out.” He winked and her cheeks heated.
“Are you going to walk out there with just your boxers on?” she asked as he reached for her door handle. “I wonder if someone is here?”
He shrugged. “I don’t care.”
“You clearly look like you just had sex.” She laughed.
“If someone is out there, they heard you screaming, baby. My boxers aren’t what are giving us away.”
She blushed. “Was I that loud?”
“It was a turn on,” he said opening the door to her office.
“Oh my God!” Callie lifted her clothes to cover her bra and panties.
Daniel turned and faced Paul scowling at them both.
Shit shoot shit!
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Hadley Raydeen has been editing Romance and Erotica for ten years and is working on getting several of her manuscripts published. By day she is Human Resources professional at night she lets loose with sordid tales of romance and sexy times.
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SOMETHING TO BUILD ON
Leila Lacey
Chapter One
“You’re spending the night and that’s the end of it,” Kyleigh was saying to her friends as they stumbled into her house after a raucous girls night out.
Kyleigh, Olivia, and Paityn had taken a friend of theirs out to celebrate her new best-selling book and being the designated driver for the evening, she'd been the only one sober enough to drive them home.
Olivia and Paityn had fussed all the way home about not putting her out or being in the way, as if they could be in Kyleigh's 10,000 sq ft home.
Rising Star Manor exceeds expectations for both entertaining and quality with three levels of extensive craftsmanship plus a guest house. The major living areas, including gourmet kitchen and master suite, are located on the main level with additional bedrooms and baths on the upper level. A luxurious theater, game room, gym, and recreation room are found on the lower level. Over 2800 sq ft of covered entertainment areas include an outdoor bar area and pavilion overlooking the pool. Additional recreation options included lighted basketball and sand volleyball courts It was a home that should be enjoyed by the owner and the ones that love them.
“Both of you go straight up those stairs and go to your favorite guest rooms and go to bed,” she demanded of her friends.
“I think… do you hear that?” Paityn slurred looking around.
“Ok, SHE’S drunk. I’m just mildly inebriated because I don’t hear shit,” Olivia said trying to stand and not appear like she was struggling to stand up straight.
Kyleigh had to catch her before she fell backwards proving she was indeed lit like a firecracker.
“Yeah, nice try, you two,” Kyleigh chuckled. Suddenly she heard a loud clacking sound like glass breaking at the back of the house near the outdoor living area. “What was that?” she exclaimed looking around for something to protect herself while she went to investigate what and where the sound was coming from. The sound came again, only louder. It was loud enough for the ladies to hear that it was definitely glass breaking.
“Oh my God, you guys! I think someone is breaking into my house!” Kyleigh exclaimed gripping her chest.
She grabbed a candle stick from a nearby table. Olivia whipped out her stun gun and Paityn went full Charlie’s Angel pose.
“What are you doing?” Olivia demanded of Paityn.
&
nbsp; “I’m getting ready to whoop somebody's ass,” Paityn slurred before losing her balance and falling on the floor.
“Stay there. We will come back for you,” Kyleigh whispered.
“What if you don’t come back?” Paityn attempted to whisper.
“Bitch! Then call on Jesus,” Olivia snapped. When Kyleigh and Olivia looked at her in shock, she waved them off.
“What?” Olivia demanded. “I get angry when I’m nervous.”
“Just wait here!” Kyleigh again told her heading from the back of the house where the noise came from with Olivia hot on her heels.
“So, what’s the plan?” she whispered. “Are we busting some asses and running like hell or just running like hell once we get back here to confirm someone is in the house? Cause I mean, I got you, but I may not be good in a fight at this juncture since I am seeing three of you at this time.”
“Just stay behind me,” she whispered shaking her head.
As they got to the back of the house, Kyleigh saw a hooded person in the shadows. Though he seemed to be making an effort to hide his head, he shook from side to side as there was so much tension in him it had to be released, like kettle letting out steam. As they opened the patio door walking outside, high heels clicking on the concrete, she steeled herself to be strong, if not for herself but for her friends.
“HEY! Who’s out there?” she yelled, getting the burglar's attention. The hooded figure turned in Kyleigh and Olivia’s direction then quickly turned back to the two other robbers he was with.
“RUN!” the hooded person screamed turning to run away.
“HEY! DON’T MOVE!” Olivia shouted from behind Kyleigh. “I have a gun!”
Kyleigh looked at her friend in the dark, unable to see her face even though she was so close she was almost a second skin.
“Why would you? Don’t say that!” Kyleigh demanded. Was she trying to get them killed?
“There are three of them! I figure if they think I have a gun they are less likely to come and kill us,” Olivia seethed in the dark.
The night was pitch black, unusually so, as if it was a black hole of nothingness that would snatch your soul and never let you go. As the first hooded man ran into the woods at the edge of Kyleigh’s grand estate, another one started to try and follow him.
“Wait!” the male that was behind him yelled. When his partner didn’t stop, Kyleigh saw something silver glimmer in the night. As the man raised his arm, the gunshot cracked into the air as loud as thunder but without the raw power of a storm. In comparison, the sounds were tiny and small, coming from one direction only. Even if they could have been mistaken for the cracks of an oncoming squall, there wasn't a cloud in the sky.
His partner screamed and fell to the ground as the one who’d shot him ran past him into the woods.
“Oh my God!” Kyleigh and Olivia screamed running toward the man who had fallen to the ground.
When they got to the man's side, they could tell right away he wasn’t a man at all; he was a child.
“It’s a kid!” Kyleigh whispered.
“WHAT WAS THAT?” Paityn yelled from the house.
“CALL THE POLICE! TELL THEM SOMEONE’S BEEN SHOT!” Kyleigh yelled to Paityn who immediately went back into the house.
Kyleigh pushed the boy's hood off his head. “You're going to be ok,” she tried to reassure him.
“Umm… do you think we should rethink this calling the police business?” Olivia asked her.
“What?!” Kyleigh yelled looking up at her. “He’s shot! If we don’t call, he will die!” She couldn’t believe her friend was suggesting that they not call for help for this boy.
“Well, he is also white. You, me and Paityn are black, and he is shot in your yard, and you have called the police,” Olivia demanded. “Am I the only one that’s getting the feeling WE are gonna end this evening with a bullet in our ass courtesy of the sheriff's office?”
Olivia had always been Kyleigh’s more “conscious” friend. She loved her people, the good the bad and the ugly, and she mistrusted white people, especially ones with a badge. Though she’d never been arrested, she had strong mistrust and even fear of any interaction with law enforcement. And the way the police had been picking off black people lately one by one, could you really blame her?
“OLIVIA!” Kyleigh yelled pressing down on the boy's wound. The bullet wound looked nothing like she'd expected from her extensive crime drama viewing. Instead of a neat reddened hole, it was oozing with dark congealing blood and the putrid smell was enough to initiate a gag reflex. “Shut up and go to the house and get some towels."
“Oh my God, who is that?” Paityn asked running up to them.
“Did you call 911?” Kyleigh asked still pressing on the boy’s wound trying her hardest to reassure him. “Honey, I have to press down to try and slow down the bleeding until help gets here. I know this hurts but you have to bare it for now.”
Kyleigh loved children, always had. Her summer job from the age of twelve had been babysitter to the neighbors. There was something about the goodness of their spirits that spoke to her. She’d always said she would have four kids growing up. She wanted three boys and one girl. She was a diva; she knew there would only be room for one more in her house before things got shaky. So when she’d been diagnosed with Anovulation, which means there is no egg released from the ovary and according to her doctor, this made her infertile, it had dashed all those dreams. There had been days she curled up and cried out to God she would take a house full of girls if he would just let her have her own baby. So to have someone so young shot down in her backyard was heartbreaking for her.
Paityn stood trembling in the dark, looking around wondering if that smoke smell was from the gunshot when she saw exactly where it was coming from.
“KYLEIGH, THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE!” Paityn yelled.
Kyleigh whipped around to see the glistening embers of the fire, engulfing her office which was in the west wing of her house. Kyleigh looked at the boy who was crying in pain and fear, realizing he’d been setting her house on fire.
“Tell the operator to send the fire department, too,” Kyleigh ordered. She was conveying a calm she absolutely did not feel.
“I don’t want to die,” the young boy said fighting to gasp for air.
“THEN STOP BREAKING INTO PEOPLE'S HOUSES!” Olivia yelled coming back with the towels. Then as if being slapped by a lightning bolt, she realized the house was on fire. She looked at Kyleigh. “Bitch, did you send me back into a burning house?"
“I didn’t know it was on fire when I said get the towels!” she snapped back. Praying in her head for this boy, she thought he may be fifteen or sixteen. His hair was a dirty blonde cut in a bowl cut. His eyes were as blue as the Caspian Sea. The jacket he was wearing was camouflage, the kind hunters wore, but she couldn’t imagine this kid shooting a gun. “Honey, who shot you?” she asked hoping to keep him awake. He was fading in and out of consciousness and she’d read somewhere you shouldn’t let people that are losing blood fall asleep. Unfortunately, the boy had already faded back out again.
They could hear the sirens getting closer and closer. They were so close it almost made it hard for them to hear each other speak.
“Is he dead?” Paityn asked still struggling to come out of her drunken haze.
“No,” Kyleigh answered. “He just passed out from blood loss and pain, I’m sure. Can you make it to the front of the house and show them where we are?”
“I’m damn sure going to give it my best shot,” Paityn replied running her hands through her hair. Paityn was not really a drinker, a glass of wine here and there, but never the hard stuff she’d been drinking tonight. Things had gotten so wild so fast; Kyleigh hadn’t had a chance to ask her what was going on.
Olivia started to walk back toward the house.
“Liv! Where are you going?” Paityn yelled. “I’m going to the front. You stay and help Ky keep him alive."
With her hand in the air, Olivia
fell to her knees “I’m taking my black ass over here and assuming the position until further notice. They’ll not kill me tonight, no ma’am.”
As she lay down in the grass with her hands on her head, Kyleigh and Paityn wondered if they should do the same thing. But when they looked down at the boy, they knew they would have to risk it to keep administering first aid to this young man.
As the police, paramedics, and fire department arrived, Kyleigh, Olivia and Paityn were escorted to the front of the house where it was “safe” and where they were promptly handcuffed and sat on the curb of the street like they were teenagers wanted for stealing a car and taking it on a joy ride without a license. The paramedics were able to get the young man onto a stretcher and headed for an ambulance as the police questioned the women.
“So which one of you shot him?” the one of the deputies who handcuffed them asked.
“See, I told you!” Olivia yelled at Kyleigh and Paityn. “Can I have a cell to myself? I’m strictly dick and refuse to vacuum a carpet, let alone lick one!”
“Jesus, be a mute button,” Paityn mumbled, throwing her head back. Paityn and Olivia hadn’t started out as friends. Where Olivia was more outspoken, angry and without a mute button, Paityn was quieter, speaking when the time called for it. She didn’t see the need for her lips to always be moving. Some said of their little group that she was the quiet one, Olivia was the loud one, and Kyleigh was the woman of action and no bullshit. She was ok with those assessments.
“None of us shot him!” Kyleigh yelled at the deputy. “I don’t even own a gun! There were two other guys or kids with him, and one of them shot him as they were running away!” Kyleigh seethed.
