I feel like a basketball being pushed past its inflation point. I’m right on the edge, and one more pump from one of those air pump thingies, and I’m going to burst.This is the second time I’ve sped away from Anthony Sanders’s house, and there will not be a third! I should have known better than to come here, but I let myself be swindled by his little scheme and now it’s biting me in my ass – my oiled-up ass that is so uncomfortable now in my yoga pants.I don’t care about the money. He could offer me ten million dollars to go back and I wouldn’t. Whatever crazy thoughts I had in my mind about him being a decent guy are gone now. Now that I’ve met his wife.Maybe I could have been convinced to come back on a strictly professional basis if she hadn’t looked like a killer out of a horror movie and tried to attack me.Maybe, but I doubt it.But now? Pssh, forget it. This girl don’t need that drama.I can’t even wait to spill the beans to Melissa. She’s in the shower when I get home, but
Two days. It’s been two days since I last saw Cilla – the longest two days of my life.“So…do you want me to line up any more girls?” Sheryl asks as she comes into my home office with a tablet in her hands. “Or have you decided you don’t want to—”“Forget it,” I reply.“So…just to be clear, that’s a no?”“What’s it sound like, Sheryl?” My mood is terrible. Sheryl does the little hair flip she does when she’s feeling insulted, and I sigh. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be rude. No, don’t interview any more girls. I’ll figure something else out.”“Okay.” I can tell there’s more she wants to ask me about, business related, but it can obviously wait, and she leaves me alone and heads back downstairs.My neck and shoulders are tight. This is the longest I’ve gone without having them worked on in years – even a bad one. But the truth is that after what happened in the massage room between Cilla and me, I don’t think I can ever have another girl in there. I guess hiring a guy might work, but th
All I can think, with my face buried between Cilla’s perfect thighs, while I drag my tongue up her slick slit and find her clit, is that if I died right now, I’d be a happy man. I still have to claim her of course, but I’m already in heaven.“Anthony…” Her breath is soft and labored as I flatten my tongue on her little pleasure button. The scent of her pussy has me going crazy, and her taste has me feeling wild. My cock is a hot bar of desire ready to stretch her tight, untouched walls and make them mine.But first I’m going to make her come.Standing over her, I grab her breast as she jerks me and pinch her nipple just hard enough to cause her to gasp again. I feel a rush of wetness against my chin and move my tongue faster, causing her hand to move faster on my cock.It’s been days since I last came, and I could probably bust right now, but I tighten my core and keep my focus on her. More pressure. I take a breath, inhaling her sweet scent as her body goes tense. She raises up sligh
Three years later…Yeah, being a mom is great – even better than I thought it would be. Some women might think having a kid at 22 is a bit young, but I couldn’t be happier. When I look at Jason sleeping in his crib while his little lamp projects a star pattern across the room, I can’t help but think about what all my single friends are missing.Forget Single Ladies. Can Beyonce make a Married Women song? Because I’d love to jam out to that!I hear a gentle knock at the door and turn to see Sheryl standing there smiling, her tablet in her hands. “Excuse me, but your client is here. He’s waiting in the massage room for you.”“Thank you,” I say with a smile. I turn back to my son, lean down, kiss him on the cheek and whisper, “Time for Mommy to go to work.”I leave the room, close the door, and give myself a quick check as I head downstairs. There’s a bit off fluff on my right heel, so I reach down and flick it away, then brush my skirt to make sure it lays flat. My fishnets look good –
Vincent Montgomery is a social recluse.He keeps to himself, and manages an automobile garage, fixing cars and spray-painting. No women, no clubbing, no drama. He prefers things that way.But when hot, high-heeled, city girl Donna Martell walks into his shop, her car in need of a fix, she unlocks something within his chest.Something foreign.Something primal.And all of a sudden, Vincent can't let her get away that easily. Not without conducting an inspection on her body.But there's a problem. A blockade.Donna is engaged already. But if there's one thing Vincent can bet his life on, it's that he never gives up anything precious no matter what.And Donna is precious to him. Donna is his life. His.Might be a rocky ride, but he's never been known to lose a challenge.And he won't start now.------------------------------1 - Vincent.“Holy sweet Jesus, would you look at the legs on that mare?”I slide out from under the car I’m working on and glance out into the yard where Tucker’s l
“You can’t be serious,” she says, rummaging through her ridiculously large purse, most likely for her phone.“Serious as a pregnancy scare,” I tell her. A blush rises in her cheeks and my desire for her deepens. I’m practically foaming at the mouth over here.She finds her phone, glances up and holds it out to me.“Do you have a charger?”“Wow, princess. No charger, an overheating car,” I shake my head. “Didn’t your daddy ever tell you to be prepared?”“Oh, you wanna be my daddy now?” she snaps with a sharp tongue that makes my dick twitch.“I could certainly teach you a few things,” I tell her as I tear a slip from the wall and grab a pen. “Name?”“N – Donna,” she tells me. She’s flustered.“Okay, princess,” I muse. “I’ll order the part and it will be here tomorrow or the next day—”“No, that won’t work,” she says quickly, as though she owns the place and she’s my boss.“It’s gonna have to.”“Then can you let me use your phone to call one of the other shops?”“Listen, princess,” I te
This can’t be happening, I think as he leans in and presses his lips against mine. I don’t…do this!But he’s not hesitating, and as he presses two fingers against my damp panties, all thoughts of protest are whisked from my mind. All I can think about is how good it feels. Amazing hands. No wonder he’s a mechanic. He’s sure giving me an overhaul.Ho-ly shit!How many seconds has it been since I told him I wasn’t going to have sex with him? Has it even been a minute? And how long has it been since we met? An hour? Two?I reach up and feel the muscles of his arms, swollen and taut beneath his sweaty, dirt-stained t-shirt. He’s built like a bodybuilder; his hands rough against my skin. He applies more pressure to my clit through my underwear, and with a jolt, I suddenly realize what I’m doing.“Wait—” I start to say, breaking our embrace.“What is it, princess?” he whispers, letting his skilled lips gently drag across mine. “You want me to stop? Because if you say stop, I will.”I bite m
I should slap him. Hell, I should kick him in his handsome fucking face. But before I can think, he has my legs pinned up above my head. I cry out when I feel his tongue find my slit and spread me open. My whole body screams with golden desire, the sharp pain in my leg contrasting the unbelievable feeling of his mouth on my holiest of holies.Gritting my teeth, I snatch a fistful of his hair and stare down between my legs to find him staring up at me as his tongue rolls my clit with utter perfection. I practically snarl as I drip into his mouth. My orgasm swells and I clamp my thighs around his head. He just smiles back at me, never stopping, not even for a second.My world rocks as I come. This isn’t real life; this is something out of a romance novel – or a porno! It looks like that twisted tongue of his can do a whole lot more than just talk shit.My head spins as my clit throbs.Where even am I? How did I get here?No matchmaker in the world would have set me up with this man. We’
I love everything about our little seaside village of Ferragudo, but it’s especially magical in the early hours of the morning, when only the fish and the birds are awake. I love coming out onto our deck to observe the calm, quiet world. Usually, I can even manage to get a good page or two written before the kids wake up.I curl my hands around my mug of coffee, the tendrils of steam evaporating into the cool air, and smile before taking a sip. The last ten years have been better than anything I could have ever hoped for. Finn and I had the most beautiful wedding right here on the beach, just a few miles away from where we now live.The ceremony was small and intimate and absolutely perfect. Finn cried, and yeah, I was a blubbering mess by the end as well. Standing there next to him, peering into those deep brown eyes while the waves tickled my feet was one of the greatest moments of my life. I finally felt like I was right where I belonged, with someone who wanted me as much as I wan
Zarina slumps over the balcony as I pull out of her, our combined releases dripping down her thighs. Jesus, I’m almost ready to go again at the sight. Spinning her around, I scoop my woman up in my arms and carry her to my bed, ridding her of her clothes before stripping down and crawling in beside her.She snuggles up next to me and I wrap an arm around her, tucking her closer into my side. “I love you so damn much,” I whisper into the top of her head. She sighs so sweetly, her breath tickling my bare chest.“I love you, too. Thank you.”“For what?”Zarina props herself up on her elbow, looking down at me. “For...everything. I...I don’t know how to explain it. Like your letter said, we haven’t known each other that long, but in a way, we have. I know you. I feel you right here,” she whispers, placing my hand over her heart. I slide it up her chest and wrap my fingers around the back of her neck, drawing her down for another kiss.“I feel you, too,” I murmur against her lips.“Did...d
Twenty minutes later, we're pulling up to my apartment. I've traveled from city to city and country to country over the last nineteen years, but this little apartment has served as home base in between gigs. I want something so much grander for my wife-to-be, but this will have to do for now.“It’s beautiful,” Zarina whispers as I help her out of the cab. The building itself is painted white, matching the other homes and buildings here in Ferragudo, Portugal. The seaside town is quite breathtaking and picturesque with boats adorning the shores and whitewashed homes dotting the skyline.“You’re beautiful,” I say with a grin when she rolls her eyes. “Now let’s get inside before I lose my mind.”I drag my Zarina through the lobby of the apartment building, almost forgetting her damn luggage again. She giggles and spins around in my arms once we step inside the elevator, getting up on her tiptoes to give me a kiss. I wrap my arms around her and haul her into my chest, groaning when I feel
I wipe a sweaty palm on my jeans and tighten my hold on the bouquet of wildflowers I gathered from one of my favorite parks overlooking the ocean. The plane should be landing any minute now, and I pray to every god I can think of that my babygirl is on it.These last three days have been absolute misery without her. I knew Darren would be upset, but I underestimated his temper, as well as his connections. After we gave our statements about what happened in the hotel room, Darren talked to the officers and apparently greased the wheels to have me fucking deported.After an arduous and humiliating journey back to Portugal in cuffs, I spent the night in a holding cell. I was released yesterday when they realized the charges were bogus, but TSA took my passport, so there was no way to hop on the next plane back to New York.And God, that’s all I’ve wanted to do. I won’t rest until Zarina is in my arms again. I need to hold her, to look at her sharp, beautiful eyes and tell her I love her.
Over and over, picture after picture, Finn poured his heart out to me. That day at the farmers market he told me he communicated better with photos, but I think his words are just as powerful.Underneath the pile of photos, I see a letter folded up. I reach for it, handling it like a sacred document. To me, it is. Something falls out of the letter when I unfold it. Picking up the scrap of paper, I gasp when I see it’s a plane ticket to Portugal. My name is at the top, along with tomorrow’s date. Was this his plan all along? Was he going to bring me back to Portugal with him?I set the ticket down on the bed and reach for the letter again, hoping to find the answers to my questions.Zarina, my beautiful babygirl,I love every moment of every day with you. Everything you do is enchanting. Magical. I didn’t know what was missing in my life until you flashed those eyes at me and challenged me for control.We haven’t known each other long, but at the same time, my soul knows yours. You fee
Three days. It’s been three days since Miriam hauled me out of the hotel. Three days since Finn made love to me. Three days since my heart was healed and then shattered.Where is he? What happened? Finn told me he loved me, but the doubts are starting to creep in.That first day, I collapsed on my bed and cried myself to sleep. I was so certain I would wake up next to my Daddy, but when I blinked my swollen eyes open, I was alone, just like I always am. I barely left my room the second day, only venturing out into the house to use the bathroom or grab something to eat.My father won’t even look at me. He’s hardly spoken ten words to me in the last few days. All I know is that he and Miriam got a call when they landed in Bora Bora from someone who saw Finn kissing me at the wedding. According to Miriam, I ruined her wedding and made a fool out of myself and my family.Last night, my dad told me he set up an interview with the dean of NYU next week to discuss my schedule for the fall. M
I feel her pussy knot around my shaft, squeezing me so damn tight it hurts in the best way. Zarina inhales a sharp breath as wave after wave of pleasure wracks her body. She claws at my back, ripping my skin open, making me roar my release and fill her with my seed. I come so damn hard I feel like I might pass out.“Breathe,” I say to myself as much as her.Zarina gasps for air and clings to me as her body trembles with the last of her orgasm. I slide her down my body and hold her close, kissing the top of her head.When we both have somewhat recovered, I step back and pour body wash into my hands before rubbing it over the dips and curves of her body. Zarina leans into me for support, making me smile at how thoroughly fucked and sated she is right now. When I’m done, she soaps me up and places a sweet kiss over my heart.I cup her face and kiss her deeply, passionately, but slowly. One drugging kiss leads to another and another, and before I know it, I’m spinning her around and placi
I strip out of what little clothes I have left on and then practically tear Zarina’s dress off of her, leaving her in a matching bra and panty set.“Hey!” she shrieks and then giggles. “Be careful! I don’t want you ruining another dress of mine.”I kiss her neck, needing my lips to be on some part of her body right this goddamn second. “I’ll buy you a new one,” I grunt, biting and kissing her again.I slide my hands down her body, gripping her thighs and lifting her gorgeous, curvy body up into my arms. She gasps and hooks her ankles behind my back. I growl and kiss down her neck as she arches her back and presses her body into mine.“Fuck, I need you,” I grunt before nipping at the sensitive skin below her ear.“I’m yours, Daddy,” she pants, rubbing her hot little pussy over my stomach letting me know she needs me, too.“Take a shower with me.” It’s not a question, it’s a command.She nods her head and twists her fingers in my hair, pulling me in for another kiss.I carry her into th
We walk silently through the market and take a cab back to the house, where I direct Zarina to pack an overnight bag. The sassy little smirk she gives me nearly has me tossing her on her bed and burying my cock between her pouty lips, but I manage to restrain myself.Once we’re packed up, I order an Uber to Four Seasons, ready to show my little love everything she’s asking for. Zarina smiles at me and snuggles into my side, content to let me take care of every little detail.My chest swells up with pride when I step out of the car and hold my hand out for my babygirl. She doesn’t hesitate to take my hand and let me lead her through the opulent lobby and onto the private elevator. I love that she trusts me like this. As soon as the doors shut, I slide my hands down her body and grip her hips, pulling her back against my front.She moans softly, melting into me as I trail kisses up and down her neck. My hands roam up her generous curves until I’m cupping her breasts. Zarina gasps and th