Mechanics of Lust

by Daniels, Danee'

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  COPYRIGHT NOTICE

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  TWO

  THREE

  FOUR

  FIVE

  Thank You!

  About the Author

  Mechanics of Lust

  A Novella by Danee’ Daniels

  Mechanics of Lust

  Danee Daniels

  Kiana has been having a really rough time lately. Her perfect marriage to the perfect guy turns out to be a total sham and ends in infidelity and divorce. Unfortunately, she left the marriage with absolutely nothing. She dropped out of college and relocated to marry an idiot and now she is down and out and alone. Without options she is forced to return home and move in with her parents. Life has a way of kicking you when you’re down, so the hits keep coming. Then along comes a man... A very sexy, handsome, Alpha Male who spins her world around and introduces her the mechanics of lust and frees her to love again. This erotic story will cause your e-Reader to overheat.

  This is an erotic novella which contain content NOT intended for anyone under 18 years of age. It contains strong language, explicit sex scenes and other adult situations.

  COPYRIGHT NOTICE

  Mechanics of Lust

  By Danee’ Daniels

  Published by Daddy’s Girl Publishing House

  Charlotte, NC 28269

  Copyright © Daddy’s Girl Publishing House and Author 2013

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  ONE

  Kiara abruptly woke with a startled look on her face. She looked at the alarm clock and realized it was two o’clock in the morning. The time on the clock did not surprise her as much as the greedy mouth of her husband devouring her honeybun. It wasn’t abnormal for Ken to be a bit frisky early in the morning, but lately the couple had been experiencing a severe draught. Most of the time Ken worked late and was exhausted by the time he finally made it home. Generally, he’d take a long shower, crawl into bed and fall fast asleep, but not this time. The couple had been married a little over two years now and Kiara was beginning to think the sizzle had left their relationship. Apparently not tonight, because Ken was on a mission to make up for lost time.

  A gasp escaped Kiara’s mouth as Ken’s tongue lapped hungrily at her wet juices. Hollowing his cheeks, he sucked the excess before slipping two fingers inside her pussy. Her walls contracted around them tightly. Working them in and out, Ken grabbed a handful of her breast and squeezed hard. Kiara’s mouth widened into a perfect O as the sensation quickly reached her erotic zone.

  Spreading her thighs wider, she reached down to run her fingers through his hair. Ken was such a good looking man. He was an athlete for most of his college years and maintained a sleek, toned, muscular physique. Clean shaven, deeply tanned with thick strawberry blonde hair and hazel eyes, Ken was exceptionally fine. Although Kiara was an extraordinary beauty in her own right, she always felt blessed to land such a handsome husband. Towards that end, she did everything within her power to keep him happy and satisfied.

  Take tonight, for instance, Kiara had tried desperately to wait up for Ken to give him a taste of her afternoon delight. Wearing nothing more than fire engine red stilettos and a devious smile, she prepared a sensual bath for him to be followed by a massage and hot, sweaty, naughty sex. Unfortunately, Ken had to work late again, for the third time this week. Frustrated, horny and mad as hell, Kiara fell asleep sprawled across the bed, butt she hung up the phoneavy fanaked, somewhere around midnight. Boy was she glad she did. Ken took one look at her and immediately got the hint that his wife was in dire need of some sexual healing.

  Now, although she would never admit it, Kiara was an absolute twelve on the hot scale. She worked out at the gym at least three times a week and she was very careful with her diet. Still she wasn’t obsessively thin, but built like a real woman. She had full breasts which had somehow defied gravity although she was twenty five years old. Not to mention, Kiara had an ass that would stop traffic at Time Square. She was a little above average height so she had long toned legs that went on forever and a day. Somewhat self-conscious, Kiara didn’t even consider herself exceptionally attractive.

  “Damn, your pussy tastes so good,” Ken groaned into her before sucking her clit into his mouth. “I’ve missed it!”

  Kiara’s back arched and her ass lifted from the bed as the sensation hit her. Getting the response he was looking for, Ken immediately went into attack mode and Kiara’s clit was his primary target. Sucking, tugging and gnawing on it as if it was a puppy’s chew toy, he soon destroyed it. Moments later, Kiara’s body vibrated, stiffened and exploded from the pleasure his mouth had given her.

  Ken chuckled. “I see somebody has been missing me.”

  Screaming and convulsing simultaneously, Kiara agreed. “Yes, yes, yesssss!”

  Rolling her onto her knees to face away from him, Ken entered her with one swift stroke. Mounting her high, he stroked her froggy style until she came again. Ken loved this position. He wasn’t a very big man when it came to penis size. Still, he wasn’t a particularly small man either. He was average which put him right in the range of six to seven inches. Nonetheless, Kiara loved it, because what he lacked in inches he made up for in effort and enthusiasm. Riding her hard, fast and rough, he soon found himself captured in the grips of a rampaging orgasm of his own. Pumping furiously, he succumbed to its power and screamed out a long string of profanities.

  Collapsing onto his back, he struggled to regain his senses. Wrapping herself in his arms, Kiara relaxed on his chest and they both fell off to sleep satisfied.

  TWO

  Kiara was happy. Finally their draught was over. Ken had been working so hard he had zapped all the joy out of being his wife. Things would be different now, she told herself. Reaching for her phone, she decided to surprise him with a picnic lunch. It was a long shot he’d be free, but she was feeling lucky.

  Ken had seemed a bit sick when he left for work. He coughed most of the night and complained he was getting a head cold. She tried to convince him to stay home, but of course he wouldn’t hear of it. He told her he had too much to do and was insistent on going in despite her pleas for him to call in sick. Ken was a genuine workaholic and she quickly realized to pre
ss the issue would be futile.

  So, Kiara decided to cook him a pot of homemade, old fashioned chicken soup like her grandmother used to make. Preparing the soup took the better part of the morning but she knew it would be worth it. The soup would stomp out Ken’s cold in no time. Excited to see him and give him a big bowl of soup, she hung up the phone before his secretary could answer. Out of nowhere she got the bright idea to surprise him at work.

  Thirty minutes later, armed with an extra- large container of chicken noddle soup for two and a half dozen homemade sweet rolls, she strolled into Ken’s office. Mary, the receptionist, was understandably surprised to see her.

  "Kiara! Hi… I didn't expect to see you here. Is everything alright?"

  "Hi Mary! Long time no see… Yes, everything is fine. Ken’s coming down with a nasty cold, so I decided to surprise him with some homemade chicken noodle soup. Is he in his office?” Kiara smiled as she headed straight towards Ken’s office.

  “Yeah… I mean, no… I mean I’m not sure,” Mary stuttered.

  Kiara was puzzled and looked at her suspiciously. “I’m confused. Is he in or not?”

  Mary looked flustered. She was at a loss for words. Realizing she had just babbled her way into a corner, she changed the subject. “Girl, I’m not even sure.” She laughed. “I just walked back in the office myself. I had lunch at that new deli on Main Street. The food is out of this world. I had a pastrami on rye with mustard and a big bowl of onion soup.”

  “Soup! Oh, my God! Speaking of soup this chicken noddle soup will be ruined if it gets cold. I’m just going to check to see their relationship. Xconotif he’s in,” Kiara said as she headed for Ken’s door.

  "Wait, you can leave it with me. I’ll make sure he gets it. Besides, I wanted to show you the pictures from my daughter’s wedding. I have them right here. Come take a look.”

  "Love to see them... Just let me deliver this soup and I’ll see them when I come out. Got to hurry, before the soup gets cold. I want Ken to get it while it's still warm. You understand right?" Kiara forged ahead refusing to be delayed.

  Mary looked defeated. She didn’t know what to say or do so she ran. “Sure, I understand. Look, if Mr. Gibson asks tell him I’m in the ladies room. Suddenly, I feel ill.” Grabbing her purse, Mary made a mad dash for the office door.

  “Sure. No problem. I guess that pastrami didn’t agree with you. I hope you feel better.” Kiara replied, as she watched Mary swiftly leave the office. Mary heard her, but she didn’t stop to respond.

  Kiara listened at the door of Ken’s office, expecting to hear him on the phone, but there was only silence. Convinced he wasn’t in a meeting or on a conference call, she assumed it was safe to go in. In fact, she was pretty sure Ken wasn’t even in the office. So, she quietly opened the door and stepped in, not concerned she would interrupt anything.

  Ken was an upper level accounts executive for a large HMO and had earned a huge office with a spectacular view of the city. To Kiara’s surprise, Ken was reclining at his desk with his eyes closed. He looked so peaceful leaning completely back on his tufted leather, high back chair. Kiara almost didn’t want to disturb him.

  "Sleeping on the job, huh?" She giggled.

  Ken startled up as if he had been hit by a lightning bolt. "Kiara! How’d you… What are you... When did you get here?"

  Kiara's expression quickly turned to worry. Ken seemed confused and a bit delirious. She thought maybe he was sicker than she initially thought. Continuing towards him she asked, “Ken, are you okay? Your face is pale page-break-afand flushed and you seem confused. I think you might have a high fever. Let me check.”

  "No! I’m good! What’s that in the picnic basket?” decided to surprise him with n Inot

  Kiara grinned. “This is your lunch. It’s homemade chicken noodle soup and sweet rolls. I made them myself. I figured the chicken soup will help to ease your cold.”

  “Yes! Yes it will! Why don’t you set it out on the table right over there?”

  “Good idea. I brought enough for two.” Kiara grinned as she headed for the round conference table across the room.

  “Good, I’m starving.” Ken responded as he fixed his clothes and headed towards her. “Baby, this looks delicious he said as he kissed Kiara on her lips.

  Kiara deepened the kiss, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth. Ken gathered her in his arms and gave into her passionate embrace. Squeezing her round ass, he pulled her closer. Kiara could feel his dick stiffen. Dropping to her knees, she unzipped his pants.

  “Kiara no! What are you doing? Not here… Not now, okay? Mary could walk in any second and catch us,” Ken protested.

  “Not likely… Mary has the bubble guts. She’s in the restroom, besides she knows I’m in here with you.” Kiara assured him as she pulled his dick from his dress slacks and began to stroke it with her hands.

  “Now, tell me… Who has the best wife on the planet?” Kiara purred as she engaged him with her large doe like brown eyes.

  Ken’s eyes rolled around in his head. He looked around the room frightened and confused. “Baby, please stop.”

  “No, sorry I can’t. Well, at least not until we’re finished,” Kiara snickered. “So, again… Who has the best wife on the planet?”

  At this point Ken’s dick was at maximum capacity and was throbbing and jerking in Kiara’s hand. Doing a quick visual sweep of the room, Ken grabbed Kiara by her long, black hair and pulled her towards his crotch. She knew what he wanted and she was happy to oblige. Grasping his menacing dick tighter, Kiara sucked it in her mouth and went to work. Sucking and stroking Ken’s hard manhood simultaneously, she immediately drove him mad.

  “Ah,fuck, that shit feels so good!” He groaned out loudly. the manager’s position“You like my mouth?” Kiara taunted as she briefly popped his dick out of her mouth and waited for a positive response.

  “Yes! Yes! Hell yes! I love your mouth!” Ken grunted as he shoved his dick back in her mouth and face fucked her.

  Kiara sucked along his stalk, licked the bulbous tip and then sucked his nature deep into her throat. Ken went crazy. His orgasm pressed hard against him and he was ready to blow.

  “Woman, you are incredible. I’ve never known anyone like you! That’s it… Right there… Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Shit, that’s it! I’m coming!” Ken growled as he pumped his hot cream into her mouth.

  “Really? Really Ken? Are you serious! It’s bad enough you made me hide beneath your desk so your wife wouldn’t see me… I can’t believe your nasty ass going to fuck her! Are you shitting me?” Rebecca, a mail clerk, screamed as she climbed from beneath Ken’s desk. Half naked, she quickly tried to get dressed while she continued to cuss Ken’s ass out. “Fucking weak ass men… That’s all I can seem to attract! Un-Fuckin Believable! Here I am believing all your bullshit about your marriage being over. And you’re fucking this bitch every chance you get!”

  Needless to say both Ken and Kiara were shocked. Ken had completely forgot Rebecca was even still hiding beneath the desk. At a loss for words, he looked down at Kiara and babbled, “Kiara… It’s not what it looks like! Don’t get upset! Baby... I can explain!”

  Shocked, humiliated and pissed, Kiara chomped down as hard as she could on Ken’s dick. You could say she took a big bite out of crime. Ken let out a yell that could be heard throughout the building. Kiara snarled as she bit down even harder. Afraid if he pulled away from her his dick would be ripped to shreds, Ken was helpless.

  “No! Baby, please don’t do it! Please!” He begged, completely at her mercy. Kiara had his dick hostage with a grip as strong as that of an angry Pit-Bull.

  She said not a word but continued to stare through him and snarl with a crazy look that would turn a man into stone. Kiara was completely and thoroughly pissed and Ken knew it. He could only pray she didn’t completely sever his penis. Fortunately, as the taste of blood mixed with the taste of semen in her mouth, Kiara finally let go. the manager’s positionLl with nd

  Ke
n grabbed his dick and examined it. He was bleeding but he was still whole. “Look at my dick! See what you did? Why, why, why did you do that?” He sobbed as he ran to the bathroom to get a towel to try to stop the bleeding.

  Rebecca, who was completely shocked, suddenly burst into laughter. “Oh my God! That’s what the fuck you get! You sick fucking bastard!”

  Kiara snarled at her as she wiped the bloody semen from her mouth. Rebecca could see the wrath in her eyes. She knew this was not a good time to press her luck with Kiara, so she grabbed her shoes and ran.

  Meanwhile, Ken was still crying in the bathroom like a little girl. “Look at it! Look at my dick! It’s all fucked up! I’m going to need stiches! Why Kiara? Why?”

  It was at that moment another bright idea, the second one of the day, hit Kiara. Grabbing the hot bowl of soup she went to the bathroom to find Ken sitting on the toilet holding his bleeding dick. Sobbing, he never even noticed her standing there.

  “Oh, that looks bad! Here, maybe some hot soup will make it feel better,” Kiara calmly said before she hurdled the hot chicken noodle soup into his lap.

  As you can imagine, this time Ken’s screams could be heard around the world and back again. Hot noodles, chicken chunks, and broth splattered all over his dick, balls and thighs. Ken could do nothing but cry and grimace in pain, surprise and shame as Kiara stormed out of his office and his life.

  A cold shiver went through Kiara's body as reality sank in. Her marriage was officially over and she had absolutely nothing to show for it, except a mouth full of bloody semen.

  THREE

  Driving away from that place and that awful mess, Kiara finally broke down and cried. Since they met over four years ago, Ken had been Kiara’s entire world. Everything she owned and everything she did was connected to him. She had quit college her senior year to move with him to Buffalo. Her parents and friends begged her to finish her degree first, but she wouldn’t listen. Now, she had nothing, nothing at all, except shame and humiliation. the manager’s positionr lt this point