She was suspended on a rack of agonizing pleasure and desperate fear. She had seen the other man’s cock, thick and hard, the dark flesh appearing angry, eager to take her. How would she bear it? How would her body hold two thick shafts like that at the same time?“Ella, you’re killing me.” James’ voice was thick and deep as his hand gripped the halfway point of his cock and his thrusts became harder. “Your mouth is so sweet, so hot.”She felt the head pulse against her tongue as she delved beneath it to the sensitive spot that she knew would make him groan with dark lust. The sound shot to her womb, ripping through her with almost climactic intensity. She tightened her mouth on him, slurping on his hard flesh hungrily as his thrusts became harder, his breathing rougher.He was on the edge of release, she could feel it, almost taste it, but she was as well, and the tormentor between her thighs was refusing to send her over. She strained against his suckling mouth, his piercing tongue,
“Stay still, Ella.” Sax’s fingers tightened at her hips. “Patience, beautiful. Patience.”Then James moved into position. She felt the head of his cock nudge against the little puckered hole a second before he began to press inside. She tried to arch, but Sax held her close and still. Her wail, one of agonizing arousal and the sharp bite of erotic pain, was muffled against the shoulder beneath her as James entered her with excruciating slowness.“James,” she cried out his name as Sax’s hands held her still, closer, his cock throbbing at the portal of her cunt.She felt the burning stretch of tight muscles, heard James groan, praising the heat and the grip of her tight channel. One hand gripped a buttock, flexing, tightening on her as he surged inside her last few inches with a hard, shockingly deep groan.Impaled, stretched and overfilled, Ella fought to breathe through the first fiery thrust, then to adjust to the invasion. She tightened on his cock, her breaths beseeching cries as h
After the first violent sensations had eased from her body, neither man had been able to leave her in peace. She responded to each touch, each stroke of their hands as though it were the first time.“She’s asleep.” James nodded, wishing he were as well. He had never been so exhausted in his life.“Will she be okay?” Sax glanced back at the hallway that led to her bedroom, a frown shaping his brow.“She’ll be fine.” James was sure of that. Her sleepily muttered words as she finally gave into her own exhaustion assured him of it.“Well, you waited long enough for her.” Sax rolled his broad shoulders as he headed for the hallway. “I’m heading home now. I need to sleep.”James followed him to the door and as the other man turned back to him, lifted a brow questioningly.“I’ll need your help now,” Sax said with a fierce frown. “You and Cole set up Ella’s downfall. I expect your help setting up my woman’s fall.”James grinned. “You have a deal, Sax. Give me a chance to figure out how to get
“Yeah, I did.” He knelt at her feet, removing the high-heeled shoes from her small feet.“That was so decadent,” she bit out. “Kissing her that way, with your tongue. You made her horny.”He smothered his laughter. “That was the point,” he whispered up at her as he caressed the slight welts on the side of her foot.She pouted. She had such an intriguing pout, and used it on him often.“I promise not to kiss Ella again.” His hand stroked her calf as he felt a small tremor work over her body.“Sax fucked her. He was at the wedding, of course,” she bit out. “I knew she couldn’t hold out. She gave in too easily.”She sounded angry with Ella, though Jesse knew she was more than happy that her friend had finally found some happiness.“You, of course, would be much harder to convince?” he asked her, careful to keep his voice even, his hand on her calf comforting rather than arousing.She leveled a hard look at him. “I am not so easy.”That was sure as hell the truth. He murmured consoling wo
The mirror before me reflected the naked image of the sexual vixen I longed to become. A woman to be desired, adorn in beautiful jewels, with each movement drenched in silky, sensual prowess. A tigress so thoroughly laced in hedonistic sensuality, with no need to be clad in anything more. As I stained my full, pouty red lips with the deepest shade of crimson, I smirked coyly in knowing I could seduce just about anyone, even the handsome affluent boss whom enslaved my dreamy fantasies in dripping wet pleasure every single night. Following my outline with my eyes, my fingers traced circles along my thighs and repositioned the false pearls around my neck. Every curve dipped into a delicious valley of well tanned, mocha colored cream. The delicate fragrance that misted my skin was sweet, like a warm cappuccino on a cool winter's day. The pearls that lay around my neck, accentuated my skin tone as if they were illuminating up my face. My high cheek bones were gently dusted with blush, my
“I did, Mr. Bloom. It's called Ravishing Ruby Red. The salon says it suits my complexion.”My voice sounded weak in the silence of the office, the other desks around me completely abandoned of their workers in the dim office light. The darkness beyond the windows outside warned of the hour and I knew I had to get home soon lest I get scolded by appearing totally inept at finishing my work.“It certainly suits your complexion. Good job,” Devon said, and then quickly added, “Do you have those reports finished?”I stammered over my response, my knees shaking beneath the pencil skirt that was brand new in my attempt to appear more professional. This was it. I was about to get that verbal lashing. I knew it was coming and I watched as his mouth open in preparation for the words to pummel me.“If you don't, that's fine. I have another project for you to complete,” he said while I tried to formulate my response.“I'm sorry, sir,” I blurted. “I was so overwhelmed today with the Richard accoun
I wanted to know how it felt elsewhere on my body, whether his hand was heavy or gentle. His soft fingers looked like they were excellent for holding and I found myself drifting into one of my usual fantasies. After entering my house, I set my things up on the coffee table and settled in, debating whether or not to take care of the annoying tingle in my vulva. I shifted from foot to foot in deep thought as my fantasies started to take over.Try as I might, I couldn't ignored the painful tugging in my lower pelvis, pulling me away from the couch and towards the bathroom where I turned on the shower. I discarded my beautiful work clothes – the ones I had worn in hopes that Devon might notice – and stepped into the steady stream of warmth that greeted me. As I lathered my body in my favorite lavender soap, I began to slide my fingers further down my torso to my aching lips, moving between the slippery folds with ease. A smile crossed my face as I smoothed my fingers over my own taut sk
“This is your project, Miss Andrea. I'm in need of a date for tonight's gala event across town. I've already procured a dress in your size in hopes that you might agree. It would be terribly embarrassing to go alone,” Devon explained as my eyes grew wide. “Could you finish all your work by 2:00 PM?”I was trying hard to keep my lower lip from quivering, my nervous system overreacting and shooting electrical signals throughout my body. With a controlled smile, I agreed.“But why are we getting ready so early? The event isn't until 6:00 PM,” I pointed out.Devon leaned over my desk to whisper his response, explaining that he had booked a hot massage, manicure, pedicure, and hair appointment for me to look my best. I couldn't keep from flushing as I had never had someone so eager to have me at their side while looking absolutely extravagant. Suddenly, all of my fantasies came flooding back to my mind and I thought about last night's encounter. He had been planning this the whole time an