by Anna Collins
After licking up every drop, she held her head just above my manhood, stroking it with her hand and working out any softness. "Now, let me bring you happiness."
She then took the whole thing into her mouth, swallowing it with ease and bringing her lips all the way down to the base. At both the sight and feeling of her sucking me off, I immediately had my second orgasm and shot a dose of semen down her throat. Freya quickly pulled her head back and coughed, but before I could apologize, she smiled.
"Don't worry, it's fine. Just try and hold back a little, let me enjoy this too. Besides, it's delicious," she said coyly.
Holding back? Hell, that was easy, I doubt I had any sperm left to release, but with her hand stroking my manhood and that hungry expression on her face, I couldn't lose my erection if I wanted to.
Bringing her head back down, Freya resumed blowing me, but this time taking it slow. She started simply by running her tongue around the head, licking away any sperm that remained from my first or second orgasm. She then moved to the shaft, delivering long wide sweeps, almost tracing each vein and sending shivers up my spine. After physically memorizing every detail of my manhood, Freya again wrapped her mouth around it completely, bringing her head down so the tip was crammed against the back of her throat. Moving each time with an upward inflection, she began bobbing her head with a steady rhythm, massaging my manhood with her tongue and cheeks while her saliva dripped down into my lap.
As she worked, I watched with a smile and gently stroked her hair and brushed my fingers against her cheeks, trying to communicate my gratitude without interrupting her. Through her efforts, I could feel my body working up the strength for one last climax. It would probably be a dry fire, but it would be no less powerful. Sucking on my manhood like it was the straw in a particularly thick milkshake, Freya broke through the final threshold I needed and I finally came, spraying every last drop of semen I had into her mouth and on her face when she finally released it.
I laid my head back, completely drained of both energy and cum. After swallowing all of my seed and cleaning it off her face, Freya sat on my lap and ran her fingers through my hair.
Her hand softly found the back of my neck and gently pulled my lips down to hers. 'I love you,' I thought as Freya's lips met mine. 'I love you Freya,' I thought as Freya's tenderness engulfed me. I wrapped my hands around her and pulled her closer and returned the kiss as passion invaded.
I lifted Freya into my arms, she was lighter than I had expected. Her giggle tickled my ears. I laid her on the bed and crawled up her body and kissed her again. She tentatively licked my lower lip and our passion grew. Our tongues entwined as we enjoyed each other's desire.
"I don't want to wait," I said and kissed her lips. I felt them smile and my heart jumped at her joy. She rose and straddled me. Her hand positioned me between her legs and she lowered herself. My moan matched hers as I entered her. She didn't stop until her butt was sitting on my thighs. We fit well together. She leaned forward with me inside her. Her hands cradled my face, my hands caressed her sides.
"I love the way you look at me" Freya cooed as she moved her hips slowly, "it was so beautiful. I knew then, I wanted to be right where I am now." She kissed me, then placed her forehead on mine, and concentrated on her movements, her breathing increasing. I lowered my hands, finding her little butt and helping her move. The sensations were burning into me, her need forcing mine forward. Unexpectedly, her body went rigid and she breathed a low moan onto my lips. I held her as she collapsed into me, little tremors forcing her legs taut, then loose. I lifted her slightly and rolled her onto her back while remaining coupled. She gave a sated sigh, and I could feel her smile in the dark.
"I'm sorry," Freya said languorously, "that was kind of greedy." I felt her suppressing a chuckle which forced me to smile.
"It was beautiful," I said truthfully, "feeling you let go like that." She laughed lightly, reaching up and stroking my cheek.
"It took so much time, but you opened up." I stroked the side of her cheek as Freya spoke. I felt a slight wetness there. I felt her hips move, exciting me again. "I won't let you wait that long." Our lips met, passion flooding me again. My hips raised then lowered slowly, her arms pulling me deeper. Her moans, as I complied, brought me back to the cusp. Her breathing increased and I felt her tremors building again. I dropped my lips to her shoulder and lost myself in her. My whole body trembled as I gave myself to her, her body responding like mine. For a brief moment, there was nothing but us. It was a heaven I wasn't sure I deserved, but I greedily took.
When my mind returned, I rolled onto my side taking Freya with me. I ran my hand across her cheek, pushing the sweaty hair I found there behind her ear. I kissed her forehead.
"I was contemplating my future before you came in," I said softly. I ran my hand down her arm and entwined my fingers in hers.
"What are you planning?" Freya asked.
"I thought I was going to run," I teased, "now...I could become a nuisance, you know." Freya's hand ran down my side and stopped on my ass, which she squeezed lightly.
"Stay," was all Freya said. She understood. I wasn't going anywhere.
"I plan to," I said, and then smiled.
She hit me on my chest "I will kill you if you ever try to run away from me" she warned.
Freya
We awoke early the next morning. We played lovingly in the early morning light before the time brought back us to reality. We showered quickly. Well, as quickly as two people who weren't done exploring each other could.
"Damn," I said, just before my mouth found his. I pushed my breasts into his chest, enjoying his skin. Robert's hand ran up my waist to cup the side of my breast. Tingles ignited wherever his fingers traveled. Our tongue entwined as we explored. I could feel his heart beating as it fought to be louder than mine. Impatience got the better of me. I reached between us and began undoing his belt.
Robert's hand left my breast and moved down. Soon the kissing turned to laughter.Everything was backward and neither of us was particularly deft at the task. Neither of us was going to give up either.
I had no idea why I wasn't running to hide. There was something about Robert that I trusted beyond good sense. I had never braved the light with any man before. With him, it felt like a requirement. A level of trust given. Trust that his eyes told me was well received.
Robert ran his hands up the back of my legs sending wonderful shivers through my body. His fingers teased along my backside as he leaned forward and kissed the top of my mound. His lips left wet trails as he kissed his way up my body, stalling on my breasts as he slowly stood.
"Absolutely beautiful," he whispered. I combed my fingers through his hair, pulling his lips to mine. I loved how his hands explored, sending pleasant waves across my skin. I tried to get closer, climb into his skin.
My hands moved quickly, finishing what they started. I paused when I felt his arousal. I was rather pleased my body had that quick of an effect on him. I turned him and pushed gently. The towel tangled on his leg and he fell back onto the couch. We laughed.
Robert tried to rise when he was fully naked. I gently put my hand on his chest and held him down. Well, in truth, he let me. I slowly climbed up his body, my lips caressing what they found. His erection jerked when I gave it some attention. His desire. like mine was wound tight and I heard him gasp. I rose higher, smiling at how excited he was. He looked so delicious as he reached out to help me up.
"You want to lead?" Robert asked. His smile told me he would be happy either way. I nodded as I dragged my breasts along his chest, our lips meeting again. I did want to lead. I had felt so out of control for so long, the idea of controlling things, however briefly, was exciting. I felt him shudder and knew he didn't mind at all.
I straddled Robert's waist, never breaking our kiss. He helped me, guiding my hips with his hands. I reached between us, grasping his manhood and lowered myself. Foreplay was for next time. Neither of us had the patience or the need. I separa
ted from his lips and watched his eyes as we joined. We exhaled simultaneously as we became one. The glorious sensation of completion made my stomach curl and Robert moan. It was deeper than my past experiences. Meaning, I wasn't prepared for, emerged. I saw Robert's eyes water. I stopped when he was fully into me and stared in awe at how it felt.
"You're perfect," Robert said. He was so wrong.
"We're perfect," I corrected. Alone I was a mess.
"We," he whispered. Drawing our lips together again. Every movement became a new sensual experience. A hand down my side, my hand in his hair. I didn't matter how trivial, every touch ignited a new flame. I began to move my hips, desiring the wonderful internal friction that sent pleasure through us both. His hips joined mine though the leverage was all mine. I wanted it to last forever, but my body wanted more. A tingling began, his eyes, the way he looked through me, the heavenly feeling between my legs, traveling deeper than I thought possible.
"Let go," Robert said, sensing my need, "my love." His words, the sunrise over the water, the perfect us. My insides blossomed. Pleasure surged, following my bones to my extremities and I began to shake uncontrollably. Robert held me as his legs stiffened. His eyes found mine and we ourselves together. I collapsed into him, my muscles becoming happy rubber. I could feel him twitching inside of me, his breathing heavy with his release. We were perfect.
"My love?" I asked as I kissed the lobe and felt his chest rise and fall in a chuckle.
"I meant it," Robert returned. I bit his ear with my lips and felt him tremble. I liked the reaction it generated.
"So did I," I whispered. Robert held me tighter. We stayed that way for a long while, enjoying the comfort of being as close as we could get. I learned how his heart beat in those minutes. Two quick beats followed by a pause. Each time it beat, I knew it was for me. It had to be. My heart was beating for him.
After a few weeks,
Robert
I couldn't believe that all this was happening for real. I didn't know what occurred to me and I went on my knees and asked her to marry me. Yes, she hesitated a bit but in the end, she too was as desperate as me. We needed no more directions, I knew she was the one for me; she was the one who rubbed off the darkness from my beating heart. She illuminated my dark heart with the light of her love.
And now she was standing right in front me, standing in a white dress, blushing ever so innocently I just kept looking at her fondly.
"Do you Robert Hudson, take Freya Lawrence to be your lawfully wedded wife?" asked the minister. His voice contained the way to the most beautiful reality of my life.
"I do," I said immediately.
Freya smiled and licked her lips. God! She was looking so enchanting.
"Do you, Freya Lawrence, take Robert Hudson to be your lawfully wedded husband?" the minister repeated the procedure with Freya.
"Come on Freya, say yes" cheered Kate and Rick in unison.
But Freya said nothing, she was blinking her eyes and soon she held her head "ouch" she gasped and the next moment she hit the floor.
I ran to her and as I held her in my arms, everything seemed to have gone on a ‘pause' mode. Everyone remained still at their position. My jaw fell open and before I could take note of anything else a screeching loud voice filled my ears.
And I immediately recognized the voice, how could I ever go wrong with it? "You dared to push me into the blazing pool of fire, well it may have burned my flesh but it is not powerful enough to destroy my soul. I will never forgive you for doing this to me. On this day of your wedding, I will give you a gift, a gift from the fire of my wrath that will burn you two for life" she said with a ferocious laughter. The voice came closer to me and spoke in my ear, "Your love is now ‘star-crossed'. You will never get your love no matter how much you crave for it. My curse will never let you have each other. Your life will be like a thirsty person who will get the glimpse of water but will never be able to taste it."
With horrified eyes I checked on Freya, only to find out that her heart was not beating!
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Billionaire Colors
Prologue
Life is never easy. We all have debts and family that drive us crazy and Lucy Willis is no different. She has the intellect, street smarts, but what she doesn’t have is money. Friends are rare and the ones she does have, she holds onto them. She knows that something has to give, but what she doesn’t expect is for a strange man to give her an offer she can’t refuse. She needs to decide, if she can live with herself and deal with the chemistry between them. She thinks that
Devlin Peters is a womanizer and a bit of a pig. What she doesn’t see is the sophisticated, charming and rich recluse that wants nothing more than to get to know her better. He is going to teach her that what she believes about love and romance is all fairytales. Will Lucy lose herself to the dark side and what will she ultimately gain despite her reservation.
Chapter 1
“If these uniforms get any tighter, then we will definitely not be able to breathe in them. I don’t know about you, Lucy, but I’m getting a little sick and tired of playing this game. This place is worse than hooters. Vincent is not exactly shy about putting our assets out there for everybody to see. I’m no stripper and I don’t want to be seen as one. You really don’t seem like the kind of person that would be caught dead in a place like this.” Hanna was a girl that was older than the rest of us. I could see her life experience in her eyes. She was never one to shy away from telling us her story.
“I think that we are all here for primarily the same reason.” The girls around the table nodded their heads solemnly at my remark.
It didn’t take a rocket scientist to see that we were blessed in a way that made most of the clientele men. All of us had more than the average girl and Vincent had made sure to capitalize on that by making us wear these skimpy uniforms.
Being 5’4, 120 pounds with piercing green eyes was nothing compared to the mountainous terrain on my chest. That got all the guys staring at me and wondering what I would look like naked. It didn't take them much to imagine it, because I wasn't wearing much to begin with. I'd changed my hair color to a platinum blonde. They did say that blondes had more fun. My locks cascaded down over my shoulders. That color was one of the main reasons why I had a constant flow of regular clientele. I had this certain something that had them eating out of my hand.
“We all know that money is the root of all evil. We all have our own private reasons for being here. I’m no stranger to money woes and let’s just say that my debts outweigh my shame,” I said with the sense of the debt weighing me down.
I had resigned myself to my fate. I put down my coffee cup and was ready to face another 4 hours on my feet in these heels. Vincent wouldn’t even allow us to wear sensible flats. He felt that heels were the best way to make men notice our legs.
I was considered the short spitfire of the group. None of them knew that I was uneasy around the men. I may have shown that I was a good sport by taking their constant sexual innuendos, but underneath I felt like I was shrinking into my own personal shell. I would laugh off the advances, slapping their hands away and hoping that would be enough to make them think that I was one of them. If I were to feign innocence, they would continue to pull out all the stops to make me feel uncomfortable.
I stood behind the bar and my eyes immediately gravitated towards the older man by the front of the restaurant. He was wearing a black pair of pants with an expensive leather belt to match. His hair was unruly and brown. I guessed him to be in his late 40’s, 5’11, 230lbs, in great shape and he had all his hair.
The only thing that he would order was a cup of Green tea. I tried to get him to buy something impulsively, but he was not one to take the bait. I would shake what my mom gave me to get an extra tip, but he really was a man that was here for no other reason than to take up space. He would always sit at my station. For some reason, he gave me the creeps, but there was also somethi
ng about him that made my pulse race. I couldn’t explain it.
“I’ve been coming in here for the last few months. I have to tell you that you are my favorite of all the waitresses. Lucy, I’ve tried my best to get you to notice me, but maybe I’ve been going about this the wrong way,” He grabbed my hand without my permission. “I find you to be exactly what I need in my life. The innocence in your eyes makes me want to show you the world like you’ve never seen it before.” He had an artist’s rendition of my likeness sketched in his book. I picked up the book and scanned the pages to see myself in various states of undress. It was tasteful and there was nothing untoward about the drawings.
“I really don’t think that it’s appropriate for you to do something like this. I don’t want anything to do with you. I’m flattered, but my dance card is full,” I said with uneasy feeling in my stomach.
I did my best to ward off his advances. He didn’t look like a man that was used to the word no. I couldn’t exactly show him just what kind of effect he was having on me. I was having a hard time sleeping at night. I was thinking of him standing there and watching me the whole day. It had made me aware of my own body.
