The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 23 - 11 Steamingly Hot Erotica Books for Women

by Kim Wilkerson

  “What?”

  His other eyebrow rose, “You.”

  Her jaw dropped before she started nervously giggling again. His mouth swooped down to hers, cutting her giggles off. Her wine glass hit the patio and shattered as she grabbed his shirt. After denying herself sex because she didn’t want to behave like a slut in the face of her ex’s indiscretions, his kiss released a flood of desire. Just like his last kiss, heat shot straight through her.

  Having always wondered what had happened, she was suddenly hell-bent on tasting what he had to offer again. His teeth caught her bottom lip to tease a moan out of her but he pulled back suddenly and grinned, “You sure you don’t remember us?”

  “Yes, I’m sure. It’s high time to remind me!”

  Without another word, he pulled her to him for another heated kiss that buckled her knees. His fingers squeezed the back of her neck while he nipped her tongue when she tried to deepen the kiss.

  He pulled his mouth away, “So you don’t remember my rough controlling nature during sex?”

  Her breath hitched before she murmured against his lips, “Quit talking and show me!”

  His eyebrows flew up, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you!”

  Catching her under the knees with his arm, he lifted her to him. She teased his neck with her teeth but jerked when his hand fisted in her jeans, pinching her under her knee. He suddenly dropped her on the couch, “Lose your clothes.”

  “You’re the boss!”

  He laughed, “Oh shit, Teresa!”

  As she slid her pants down, she suddenly got a case of nerves but his mouth was already lowering to her nipple. The minute his teeth caught it, her fingers drove into his hair. His tongue bathed it while his teeth rolled it, driving her into a full body arch. She cried out, forgetting all about her jeans when he roughly pinched the other one.

  As fast as he drove her desire higher, he pulled back and turned her over. His other hand slapped her sharply on the ass, grabbed her lace panties, and tore them off in one hasty grab. She writhed on the couch, hiking her ass in the air so he slapped it again. He suddenly pulled her ass around and drove into her while pinning her torso to his sofa.

  He breathed into the back of her neck, “You asked me about the scarves afterward…” Curling his hips, he drove deeper inside, “…which I tied you to the bed with before I burned your ass up.”

  He rose and fucked her until her pussy clenched around him before lowering his mouth to her ear again, “You like to be spanked, don’t you Teresa?”

  Even though he needed no answer, she continually gasped yes when he rose to thrust into her repeatedly again. When her pussy started queefing, he lowered once more to growl into her neck, “As I remember, you liked it when I fucked your ass too.”

  Her throaty cry hit a porn-worthy note as her pussy clenched at the mere thought. It was something she’d fantasized about but never realized they’d done.

  Amusement drenched his tone as he hissed, “Beg for it!”

  “Oh, shit! Please!”

  “Please… what?”

  She gasped as his teeth raked her neck, “Please… please tear my ass up!”

  “Ahhh… that’s better!”

  He massaged her, stroking his cock and smearing her juices back and forth while telling her what else he’d done to her on their sordid one night of bliss. She tried to grind against him, aching for him to do whatever he wanted, but his hand held her hips in place. His power play sent her desire out of control, causing her to scream her begs and frantically shake her head.

  He suddenly drove into her ass while holding her to the sofa by the back of the neck. She screeched into the cushion, immediately climaxing at the very knowledge that this man she’d wondered about for years was royally fucking her up the ass.

  His fingers dug into her ass cheek while he flexed deep inside her, thumping and curling his hips to drive her mad. She panted pleas and curses, needing him to fuck her harder. He denied her at first, teasing her by deliberately slowing down which served to keep her on the verge of climax. He popped her ass, suddenly driving into her hard.

  Shrieking his name, her back arched. He wound his fist into her hair, dragging her backward to his clamp his teeth onto her shoulder. He trapped her against him while thumbing her clit and driving his fingers into her pussy.

  She immediately came, shouting his name as she clenched around both fingers and his cock. Her mouth gaped wide as her body slid down his when he released her hair to fuck her hard. Having never climaxed so hard in her life, she sank to the cushions in a lifeless heap. Stunned at the level of her pleasure, she weakly clawed the back of the sofa as he drove into her repeatedly.

  On every thrust, she panted his name until he drove deeply inside and stopped. She raggedly shrieked his name as his cock jerked, firing a sweet spot and sending her mind crashing into oblivion. His hand fisted within her hair again but, this time, he didn’t pull her up to him. He lowered his mouth to her ear, “I take it you still like my controlling and roughness?”

  “Holy shit! That’s an understatement!”

  Laughter rumbled through him as he pulled out and circled her waist to lift her from the sofa and against him. He turned her in his arms, kissing her while she clung to him. Her legs were so weak, she didn’t trust them to support her. He broke the kiss and jerked his head toward the bedroom while guiding her feet around his hips, “Come on.”

  He carried her into the shower. She squeaked out, “Wow! Is my shower this big?”

  He nodded, “We actually financed these foreclosed homes. All the fixtures in them come from our company.”

  She ran her finger over the ornate handles and grinned, “So, we can talk shop while showering?”

  He laughed, “That’s right. Did that jog your memory?”

  “I don’t think anything will jog that memory but I’m completely up for creating plenty of fresh ones. Of course, I’ve never had an affair with…”

  “Affair? Neither of us are married, remember?”

  She winced, “Sorry. I’m used to being married.”

  “Been there, done that. I get it. What would you say if I told you that I’ve never forgotten a moment with you?”

  Her eyes narrowed, “I made that big of an impact?”

  Nodding, he said, “It’s not every day that I find a woman that’s completely into being controlled within the sheets. Let’s just say that you left your mark.”

  She frowned, “Why didn’t you call me or anything?”

  “At the time, you told me that you were seeing someone. That turned me off. I’ve never been into sharing.”

  Her jaw sagged before she winced, “I don’t even remember that so it must not have been serious.”

  He suddenly asked, “Did you fuck me to get back at him?”

  She shook her head, “No. I’ve always been curious about that night.”

  Blushing at her admittance, she silently washed but quickly fell into giggling when he poked her in the ribs, “Did we work up an appetite?”

  “Most definitely. I’m starving.”

  They exited and went into the kitchen to decide on what to fix. After settling on roast beef sandwiches and potato salad, he went to fetch the wine. She followed him out to pick up the broken wine glass but they both froze when a car pulled up.

  He shot her a worried look, “That’s Karla. She must have gotten my voicemail.”

  She balled her hands into fists but he warned, “Let me handle this. If you want, you can go into my bedroom and stay there but I’d rather you not confront her.”

  Taking a deep breath, she stared at him, “Why not? After all, she fucked my… ex!”

  Hearing her ring the doorbell, he explained, “Because you’re extremely pissed over the situation right now. Let yourself cool down before you deliver your ire or you’ll give her the advantage.”

  She knew he was right but still wanted to rip Karla’s hair out. She nodded, entering the patio and going straight to his bedroom. She list
ened at the door as, without greeting her, he asked, “What the holy fuck were you thinking screwing around with her husband? Did you not realize that Teresa and I would compare notes and catch you?”

  Karla huffed, “It’s none of your business what I do in my private time, Sam.”

  “The fuck it isn’t if I’m paying you to attend a conference with a potential employee in order to lure them into working for me. But then I discover you aren’t luring the employee but their fucking husband! That makes you a lying cunt!”

  Her shocked bark sliced the air, “I can’t believe you just called me that!”

  “You know how I feel about lies and you know what happened in my own divorce! This is personal and business. Holtz Industries will not align themselves with someone that participates in fraudulent activity which you blatantly did.”

  “Fine! Where’d you tuck little Miss Homebody anyway?”

  “Karla, that’s none of your damn business. You’ve already wrecked her marriage…”

  “Oh, come off it. Her marriage was a sham from the beginning!”

  He growled, “It is not your place to decide whose marriage is a sham. You’re the fucked-up sham!”

  Her derisive tone flooded the air, “Never could get her out of your head, could you, Sam? You’re still in love with her, aren’t you?”

  “Get the fuck out of my house! NOW!”

  The front door slammed before he opened the bedroom door. Teresa was sitting on the end of the bed with her head in her hands. He knelt in front of her, “I take it that you heard all that?”

  She silently nodded so he said, “I don’t know anything about your marriage but I do not want you thinking that I hired you on some emotional whim of mine, okay?”

  She slowly raised her gaze to his, “My marriage was a sham. She’s right about that. I had some idea that I wanted a huge wedding with all the fancy trim. After we married, I realized he wasn’t the right man for me but I held the vows as sacred.” She shrugged if off, “Is what she said true?”

  He sat down beside her and sighed heavily before nodding, “I married to try to drive you out of my mind. My ex had your build and looked similar.” He bit his lip with a roll of his eyes before sighing again, “Now you know. If you want me to place you in another department within the company…”

  Grinning, she shook her head, “I’ve always wondered about that night, Sam. And I never forgot you. I just didn’t remember the sex because I was too drunk. Let’s just take things slow.”

  “You got it. I just don’t want you to quit.”

  She nodded, “Okay. I’m not going anywhere. I mean, you just rocked my fucking world…okay?”

  A grin slowly spread over his face as she continued, “I’ve never felt like that with another man.” She blushed and admitted, “I think I was searching for that but couldn’t find it.”

  He laughed, “Search no more. Come on. Let’s go eat.”

  She followed him to the kitchen, spotting her ripped panties on the way, and cringed, “She didn’t see those, did she?”

  He shook his head, “She didn’t make it into the living room.”

  “Good. Thank you for calling her that word!”

  Shrugging, he said, “I call them like I see them. She’s not the person you knew in college. She didn’t value your friendship and I didn’t see that until tonight. She’s a good little actress and I don’t want that around me.”

  “You’re okay with cutting your sister off like that?”

  He stared at her for a minute, “Yes, I am. She ceased to be my sister when she lied and milked my company for payments, promising something she didn’t intend to deliver until it suited her personal interests. That’s not family… that’s a parasite!”

  Teresa breathed, “Shit, Sam. I’m sorry.”

  His eyebrows rose as his eyes widened, “You’re apologizing?! Damn, Teresa! You don’t need to apologize!”

  She cringed, “I just feel bad that all this happened. It’s sickening.”

  “You’re right on the money there. Sickening sums it up nicely but on their behalf—not yours.”

  “I know. I’m just… my head is still wrecked, okay.”

  He nodded, “I’m surprised it hasn’t spun around with all the crap that’s happened today.”

  She laughed, “I meant by the sex.”

  “Oh, well… that’s a good thing!”

  Nodding, she bit into her sandwich as he picked his up. They ate in comfortable silence. When they were finished, he turned the laptop around and showed her the project he’d intended to present before they’d gotten sidetracked.

  When she pointed out a few improvements, he smiled, “Right there. That’s why I hired you!”

  He swiftly pulled up a few more designs, asking her advice on each. She frowned over one, “Can we blend this one with that one? It will create more of a curve to this handle so that, when it’s used, comfort won’t be breached.”

  He tilted his head and she took his finger, using her fork for reference, “The way it’s designed now, the edge is too crisp. Not all hands are made the same and not ever user will be adult. Besides, it will be more rounded—curvy, daring…sexy.”

  “Gotcha! Damn, you’re better than I thought!”

  They worked through several more before she yawned. He grinned, “Bunk with me and I’ll serve you breakfast. Or, I can scream at you and still serve you breakfast.”

  She laughed but shook her head, “Slow, remember?”

  He nodded, “I’ll scream at you in the morning. Let me walk you home.”

  She followed him across the street, using the key she’d found on the counter to let herself in with a promise that she’d use the phone’s alarm. He didn’t kiss her goodnight even though she wanted one more than she cared to admit. Rolling her eyes at herself, she entered to find her phone ringing.

  Checking it, she found her ex-husband, Bill, had call and texted several times. She answered it, “Yes? What do I owe the fucked-up pleasure?”

  “Why did you get Karla fired?”

  “I didn’t get her fired. I found out she was your slut the hard way when my boss asked me questions that he discovered through her fraudulent activity. Next time, maybe she should think before she blindly spends money that’s not hers on promises she shouldn’t be making! How dare you call me and accuse me of such! Go fuck yourself and your lying slut! Don’t call me again. My phone will be off!”

  She hung up on him and immediately turned her phone off. She flipped the TV on but found the cable hadn’t been connected yet. No longer tired, she spotted the company phone. Seeing Sam’s number in the contacts, she called him, “The cable’s not connected and I just cussed my ex out. Is that invitation still open to stay at your place?”

  He growled, “Get your luscious ass over here.”

  She told him goodbye, grabbed a change of clothes, and headed back over. He opened the door before she had a chance to ring the bell and asked, “Are you okay?”

  She rolled her eyes, “Fucker had the gall to accuse me of getting her fired.”

  He barked a scathing laugh, “What did you tell him?”

  “The same thing that you told her but added for him to go fuck himself and his lying slut.”

  He pulled her to him, “Good for you. Do you feel better?”

  She laid her forehead on his chest, “Do you have any more of that wine?”

  He tipped her head back, “Yes and I have stronger but only a shot of the hard stuff. We need to have clear heads in the morning.”

  She cringed, “I don’t drink hard liquor.”

  “Since when? You were…”

  “That’s why! I had such a roaring hangover afterward that I promised myself never again.”

  Shrugging, he said, “Wine it is.”

  He poured her a glass before taking the bottle into his bedroom. She followed him, removing her jeans and grabbing the extra panties she’d brought. He cocked an eyebrow, “Leave the panties off. I want to feel your bare ass
against me when I wake up.”

  “Is that an order?”

  “It sure is!”

  She giggled, “Boss between the sheets, too, huh?”

  “I like the sound of that.”

  “Does the boss want to feel tits against him as well?”

  “I dare you! I can give a crisp slap on the ass to wake you up before you drag those sexy curves over me.”

  She laughed over his use of her previous terminology and nodded, removing her shirt. He immediately groaned, cupping her breast in his hand, “Makes me want to rip that bra off.”