Pink: Hot 'n Sexy for a cure: The Books for Boobies 2015 Anthology

by Tara Oakes

  Positioning myself behind her, I slid right in. Mother fuck it was good. I moaned and gripped her hips. She was pushed up on all fours and when I started thrusting in and out of her she met me each time, pushing herself onto me as I was going forward.

  “You feel so good,” she said.

  “I’m not going to last, baby, but know that I plan on coming twice. This is only round one.”

  “Get me off before you come.” She always knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to ask for it. That’s one of the things I love about her. One of the many things.

  I reached my hand around her hip to find her clit. It only took a few small strokes before she called out my name and her walls were clenching down on me. Within seconds I was flooding her, my body climaxing along with hers.

  We were both coming down from our highs, but I couldn’t stop moving. Being inside of her felt too good. My dick didn’t have enough yet. I didn’t go soft, not fully at least. There was too much of a back-up in there.

  Kasi laid down and rolled to her side, breaking our contact. “What the hell?” I asked. We were going twice. I wasn’t leaving the room until that happened.

  “Touch yourself,” she commanded, her eyes on my cock. Damn I love it when she watches me. I started stroking my semi-hard length. She licked her lips in response. “I want you in my mouth. Lay down. I’m getting on top.” She didn’t have to tell me twice.

  Moving up on the bed, I laid on my back and stretched out. Kasi crawled over top of me, turned around, and straddled my face. She bent down until she was a breath away from my dick. I could feel her quick pants against me, building my anticipation of what came next. The second her little tongue touched the tip I jerked my hips up.

  “Take it, baby. Take all of it,” I told her. Fuck, did she ever.

  With one hand she braced herself up on the bed while the other wrapped around the base of my dick. She was pumping her hand as she took me to the back of her throat. I was hard as steel now. A week without sex, while it sucked, maybe wasn’t a bad thing if I got that kind of reward.

  I was so lost in sensation I almost forgot there was something I needed to do with my mouth. Reaching up, I pulled her down onto my lips. I went right to work on her clit, alternating between licking and sucking. She was writhing on top of me, riding my tongue. Damn, she tasted good.

  I dipped my tongue inside of her, my mouth owning all of her. She moaned around my cock, sending a vibration through me and I thrust up into her. I was close again and wanted to come in between those plump lips of hers.

  My hands found her breasts and pulled at her stiff nipples. She loved it and started working me faster. Pulling back from her I said, “Stop for a second.” She did as I asked, but I don’t know how happy she was about it. I positioned myself to kneel before her. “I want to fuck that gorgeous mouth of yours.”

  She pushed up higher and took all of me. My fingers thread in her hair and I held her still while I moved in and out. Her tongue flattened on the underside of my length causing a shudder to run through me.

  “I’m so close,” I said. Her talented mouth knew exactly what to do. She hollowed her cheeks and created the perfect amount of suction. My balls tightened and my dick started spraying the back of her throat. I shook slightly as she swallowed every bit.

  When there was nothing left in me I bent down and took possession of her mouth. I was tasting myself on her for the second time and there was something about it that was sexy as hell. Kasi is a dream come true. An angel put on earth for me.

  I pressed her back down to the bed and moved between her legs to return the favor. I wanted her to scream my name. Yeah, there were two other people on the plane, but I didn’t care. They knew what we were doing.

  With two fingers inside of her stroking the perfect spot and my tongue moving quickly over her swollen nub, I was working her up fast. Her hands fisted the sheet and her back arched off of the bed.

  Breathing quickly she said, “Don’t stop. So close.”

  I pumped my fingers faster and sent her over the edge. Her body trembled. My other hand held her hips down so I could keep pushing her to her limits. I knew exactly what she wanted and she loved when I took her orgasm to the point that she had to push me to stop.

  I loved watching her lose control. It was one of the most beautiful sights. My mouth released her, but my fingers kept moving. She was screaming my name exactly like I wanted her too. Never was she quiet during sex.

  Leaning over her, I muffled her cries with my mouth and swept my tongue into her. God, this woman was incredible. Her breasts were pushed into my chest. She moved them to create friction on her nipples. I kissed a trail from her mouth to her breast and took her nipple into my mouth, biting it gently. She cried out again.

  Her hand gripped my arm trying to pull my hand away from her core. “Stop, it’s too much. You have to stop,” she begged. I removed my hand from her and let my fingers drag over her clit one final time eliciting another shudder from her.

  Her body went lax beneath me. “How are you feeling, baby?” I asked.

  “Good. Amazing.”

  I gave her a quick few kisses on the lips and stood to get dressed. She didn’t move, only lay there in all of her naked glory. I needed to get back to doing my job even though Rob was more than capable of handling it. Now that I was completely sated I could relax while I flew the remainder of the trip.

  Looking at her I knew no one could ever make me feel the way she does and I would never love someone as much as I do her. “I love you, Kasi Markson.”

  Her eyes found mine and in them I saw more emotion than words could ever say. So much it made my breathing falter for a second. “I love you too, Radek Cole.”

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  A Note from Michelle Dare

  Being a part of this anthology means a lot to me. My mom is a breast cancer survivor. I remember what she went through and how hard it was on her. Mammograms are very important and it was at her regularly scheduled mammogram where the cancer was caught. Luckily for her it was found early and the doctors took immediate action. I am very fortunate to say that she is now cancer free.

  Thank you to every reader out there who purchased this book. Thank you to Tara Oakes for including me in it. I hope everyone enjoyed Kasi and Radek’s story.

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  J.L. Beck

  I could hear a car outside, the garage door opening, both pulling me from my dreams. Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I looked over at the alarm clock sitting on my nightstand. Two AM. My face went hard as my insides turned cold from the anger running through my veins. The fact that I was sleeping just moments ago meant nothing to me. Nothing at all. I wanted to know where he had been, and what it was that he was doing. In the years we have been married, he had never pulled such a ludicrous act before. He had never hurt me with his words like he did earlier this evening.

  The front door opened and then closed as I wondered what it was that he would say to me now. Was it worth it for me, to push him as I did? Maybe I didn’t need to do this anymore.

  Heavy footsteps descended down the hall, stopping outside our bedroom door. The creaking sound of the wood, alerted me that he was pushing the bedroom door open. Before he could enter completely I was already up, sitting in the bed with the straps of my nighty falling down. He stood before me, his eyes lingering over my body, up and down it then back up to my eyes.

  “I made a mistake…” His words were only a little slurred, and he smelled of beer and his cologne. I knew the instant that he spoke that he had been out drinking.

  “Is that right?” I replied, raising my eyebrow up at him. This had been our first real fight, and even if it didn’t last that long it still hurt me. It showed me that once you spoke certain words, those words you said could never be taken back.

  “Bree…” He purred, coming
further into the room. His fingers reached for the button on his pants, and I watched in awe. Gone was the fact that we had been fighting. Now I just wanted him, nothing else mattered but him and me.

  “You said you wanted me to be who I used to be….?” I couldn’t tell if he was asking, or stating, so I just nodded my head yes. Because I did want that. I wanted to feel that blazing spark that I felt with him when our love story had first started.

  “I want you.” He spoke, his voice deep as he moved closer towards me. Zerro had an aura around him. The danger, the tension, I could feel it pouring out of him. He wanted to bring me to the brink of destruction over, and over again. And I wanted to let him.

  His fingers wrapped around my throat, catching me off guard as he cut off my circulation slightly. I smiled, a devious feeling forming in my belly. “Then show me.” I ordered, seduction in my eyes. I wanted him. Every slick inch of him.

  He smiled at me while his free hand reached into his back pocket. The hold he had around my neck didn’t let up as he swung his free hand back out. There in his hand, shining in the moonlight that peeked through our bedroom window was a knife. A gasp left my throat, but pleasure coursed through me. This was a drug to me, the darkness that lurked right on the edge of insanity. I trusted him completely, and I loved him without question.

  The tip of the blade slid across my chest as I stared into his eyes, witnessing the smile in them. “Why’re you shaking?” He whispered, leaning down into my neck, his tongue darting out as he caressed the side of my throat.

  Goosebumps spread across my flesh as I got lost in this moment.

  I felt the pressure of his knife against my chest. My skin burning underneath the blade, making my heartbeat sky rocket. My core clenched as I watched him bring the knife over to one of my straps and then the other, snapping both of them with a switch of his blade.

  He pulled the knife up to my lips, and ran it across my bottom one.

  “Do you remember the night I took your virginity?” His voice was soft, even embracing but I was unable to form words, my tongue had fallen into my throat the moment that he pulled that knife out.

  I nodded my head yes, and his eyes lit up with a sexual fury. A zing of energy went through me and straight to my core. I had never felt so much passion between us, so much love.

  “Get up. Go to the wall and face it.” He ordered. I did as I was told, pulling from his touch, and getting out of the bed. Standing in front of him, I allowed my nighty to fall to the floor. Zerro’s eyes took my body in, gazing at my breast, at my pussy that was basically begging for his cock before nodding towards the wall as he finished undressing.

  My feet hit the carpet, taking me to where he wanted me. Nervousness started to creep in as I stood in front of the wall. We were barred to one another in every way possible.

  “I thought about all the ways that I could fuck you…” The knife scraped across my shoulders blades, leaving a trail of anticipation in it’s wake. “Against the wall.” He pushed me flushed against it, his cock pressing firmly between my ass cheeks. “On the bed…” Another scrape of his cock between my cheeks. He was teasing me, and it was working. Sweat formed on my brow, and my fingernails dug into the plaster of the wall before me. “On the floor, kitchen counter, shower, balcony…” He trailed off, the knife sliding down my spine. “Yet I knew nothing would be as pleasing as a long….” He paused, and I jumped as he pierced the wall above my head with the knife. “Hard. Fuck. One that has you sore for days. One that reminds you of the man that I am.” His teeth sank into my ear, and a groan escaped me as I pushed back against him.

  “Is that what you want? Long. Hard. Strokes?” He purred in my ears.

  “Yes please…” I begged, without even realizing what it was that I was going to get.

  “Turn around.” He ordered and I did so, coming face to face with him. He was naked, the night sky gleaming over his body. His muscles were well defined, and he was just as attractive as the day I met him if not more.

  “Fuck. Me.” I growled at him like a wild cat. In an instant I was being lifted and impaled by his cock. He slammed me against the wall so hard the air shoved from my chest as the pictures on the wall rattled. I smiled, piercing his back with my nails.

  “You see that cock entering that sweet little cunt of yours…” His eyes shifted down to where we were joined as I watched him enter me with an intensity that most would be afraid of.

  “Yes…” I moaned. My body was on buzzing with electricity, my eyes flickering closed as I felt my orgasm building.

  “When you come on this cock, I want you to know that it’s yours. That it belongs to you.” His words were said between clenched teeth, his hand coming up to grip me by the throat one again. He applied enough pressure to set me off, pushing me off that cliff, and into a euphoric like state. My legs felt heavy, as did the rest of my body but he refused to stop. Instead he placed me on the bed, face down, ass up as he drove into me harshly. My whimpers being muffled into the bed sheets as he held me by the back of the neck.

  “Remember that I am the King.” He growled, his fingers biting into my flesh. Another orgasm formed and ran through me just as fast like a lightning bolt. I could hear our flesh smacking against one another’s, feel his hardness penetrating so deep I felt as if he was apart of me.

  “My King!” I cried out, just as I felt him pulsing inside of me. His cock throbbed inside of me until he exploded, filling me with everything that made him who he was. When he slipped out of me, I winced but smiled loving the feeling that resonated through me.

  He got up from behind me and went to the bathroom. I could hear the water running as I dropped down to the mattress. Returning with a warm washcloth, he spread my legs and placed it against my center. He was as much as the man I loved then as he was today, and I had failed to realize that.

  He layed down beside me, staring at me as a tear escaped my eyes, hurt that I had almost broken us when we didn’t even need fixing.

  “Bree, what’s wrong? Was I too rough?” He asked, concern formed in his features as he reached forward, wiping my tears away.

  “Nothing. No. It was perfect. Everything I wan...” I trailed off, unsure of how to explain what I was feeling.

  “What is it then?” He questioned, confused by my words versus my actions. “Did I hurt you?” He seemed worried as I pondered the best way to lay it out.

  “No.” I shook my head. “That’s not it at all. I’m…” I stuttered around the word. He wouldn’t be angry would he?

  “You what? Fuckig spit it out, Bree.” Hi words came out laced in frustration at my stalling.

  “I’m pregnant.” I whispered those two words at him and the air changed instantly around us.

  His eyes grew wide and terror filled my belly.

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  Jake

  Hilary Storm and Jacob Wilson

  This bonus scene takes place a few months prior to the opening scene in the first Jake book.

  Jake

  It's just too damn easy. I mean, how is it I always find myself in these situations? Do I go for the blonde or pull in the brunette? Is the redhead really going to be up for such a scene or will it just be the other two with the blue haired pixie girl keeping me busy tonight? It's a bachelorette party. The bride was just picked up a few minutes ago. Guess her groom didn't approve of her getting a tattoo the night before the big day. I can't blame him. In fact, I was trying to figure out how to tell her no without making her upset.

  I won't tattoo someone who is drunk. I've had to fix too many horrible tattoos that came from a night of making bad choices because of alcohol. Hell, I have a couple tattoos of my own that are now covered for the same fucking reason.

  "Come on. I just want a vine under my tits. You
can follow the line where my cleavage starts, then go all the way around and down my side."

  "I can get you on the books for another day." I can't tell if she's completely annoying or just really drunk.i

  "Seriously? This was supposed to be a memorable night."

  "Trish, come on. We can plan a different day for that." Pixie girl starts to look at me with an understanding. She knows what can actually go down. She knows I'm not tattooing any of them tonight. Not to mention the fact that it's fucking two o'clock in the damn morning.

  "I'm closing up ladies. I can get you on the books, but I'm not going to ink you tonight."

  "Will you fuck us?"

  "Trish. What the hell?" The brunette wasn't quite ready for her bold question.

  "Whatttt? You know I'm not the only one thinking this guy is smokin’ fuckin hot. I mean, shit."

  "You have seriously lost your mind."

  "Yeah, you're probably right. Doubt he could handle us anyway."

  I turn away. Holding back this mouth of mine. Do I want to wear myself out before I go deal with family tomorrow?

  "I'm so sorry. Trish is just very mouthy." Her voice is close and the others fall into the background as they attempt to quiet ‘Trish’.

  "It's all good."

  "I'm not going to tell you I don't like her idea." She steps closer, sliding around to the front of my chest. "At least for myself." She runs her fingers over my shoulder and down my arm at a slow chilling pace.

  "I'm not going to tell you I don't like the idea myself." Her eyes widen and that smile spreads across her face. She knows. She knows I can deliver and in fact, she looks forward to feeling it again. I've been with her. It was a long time ago, but I remember her. I try not to let her know I recognize her because then she'll fuckin cling on to that and think we must have some type of connection or chemistry or some shit.

  "You want to come back to my place? I can lose the girls, or I can bring them home. Your decision."