Read Online Club Saturday: Contemporary Menage Romance (Sarasota Sin Series Book 2) by Talyn Scott - Free Book Online
Authors: Talyn Scott
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Easton.” Vania lifted her leg with the next beat and placed her ankle over his shoulder. She leaned backward on a decadent slide between his legs and pressed her full breasts forward. He could see the rosy tips slip from her corset.
With her legs spread until her slit opened beneath her sheer panties, he could hardly speak. “I’m coy?”
“You know I want you.” She used his shoulder to loosen her shoe from her left foot, letting the heel drop to the sofa. She sent the opposite heel flying over her head.
Evan ducked, his eyes widening when the shoe hit the wall right above his head with a dull thud.
“You may want me now,” Drake told her. He no longer fucked while drunk, refused to take a woman in that condition, too. “Doesn’t mean you will come morning. Alcohol dulls inhibitions.”
“Inhibitions suck.” She undid her garters teasingly before thrusting her fingers underneath the lace of her stockings and spreading them wide. “Want to yank these off the rest of the way?”
Evan rubbed his eyes vigorously.
Drake shook his head no. “My hands stay right where they are.”
“You’re no fun.”
“You have no idea what you’re saying.”
She stripped nude stockings from her legs, while still balancing inside his thighs. Afterwards Vania curled up like a cat and placed her pussy back over his bulge. He gasped when she moved her ass back and forth, stroking him repeatedly.
With a wicked smile, Vania rubbed his chest with her hands, and then brought them to cup his face for one of her soul-claiming kisses. When she came up for air, panting and ready for release, she looked him straight in the eyes and said, “All I want is to see your tiger-eyes watching me while you spurt deep inside my body.”
Drake opened his mouth, but not a sound left it.
Evan’s hand shot to his cock, holding on to it for dear life. He gave Drake a look, confirming what he was thinking. This woman was different from any other.
This woman was theirs.
“I’m throbbing!” Vania gained momentum with her upward slide. Her pupils dilated as her nipples poked through her lace. “I’m going to come!”
She wasn’t the only one. A load was bearing down on Drake, so thick and hot. And, yes, dammit, he wanted to shoot it in Vania. After he wanted to see Evan devour her pussy without any finesse, wild and sucking, while tasting the mark of possession he’d left behind.
Evan now stood behind Vania, his face tightening with lust, maybe some pain, and something else Drake had never seen. “Let it go, Baby.”
“I… I don’t know how. I can’t seem to relax.”
Oh, this was bad, even while drunk she was too stressed to come. “Relax,” Drake said through gritted teeth. “Look at me.”
She shook her head so wildly that Drake released one hand from the back of the sofa to keep her from falling on her ass. When he steadied her, she sobbed in frustration.
“Vania, I’m going to help you the slightest bit.” He lifted his hips, allowing her better friction as Evan’s hand secured her shoulder. “It’s not enough for me, but it will be enough for you.”
“Help me by fucking me.”
“Not while you’re drunk,” Evan reminded her.
Drake’s fingers traveled over the curve of her right hip before they dropped to the front of her panties. He pressed his thumb hard against the fabric and located her swollen clit.
Vania cried out in shock, her body stuttering on his. Drake sensed her pussy spasm above the thin fabric of his trousers. “It’s… happening!”
“I can feel you, Love.”
Evan kissed the top of her head and steadied her. “Tell me, Drake.”
“She’s scalding me through our clothes.” Drake closed his eyes, thinking he would match her orgasm with his own, when the unmistakable sound of gagging met his ears. His head snapped up, eyes popping wide. “Vania?”
Evan’s mouth dropped open in horror. “She’s sick!” In one fluid move, Evan lifted
With her legs spread until her slit opened beneath her sheer panties, he could hardly speak. “I’m coy?”
“You know I want you.” She used his shoulder to loosen her shoe from her left foot, letting the heel drop to the sofa. She sent the opposite heel flying over her head.
Evan ducked, his eyes widening when the shoe hit the wall right above his head with a dull thud.
“You may want me now,” Drake told her. He no longer fucked while drunk, refused to take a woman in that condition, too. “Doesn’t mean you will come morning. Alcohol dulls inhibitions.”
“Inhibitions suck.” She undid her garters teasingly before thrusting her fingers underneath the lace of her stockings and spreading them wide. “Want to yank these off the rest of the way?”
Evan rubbed his eyes vigorously.
Drake shook his head no. “My hands stay right where they are.”
“You’re no fun.”
“You have no idea what you’re saying.”
She stripped nude stockings from her legs, while still balancing inside his thighs. Afterwards Vania curled up like a cat and placed her pussy back over his bulge. He gasped when she moved her ass back and forth, stroking him repeatedly.
With a wicked smile, Vania rubbed his chest with her hands, and then brought them to cup his face for one of her soul-claiming kisses. When she came up for air, panting and ready for release, she looked him straight in the eyes and said, “All I want is to see your tiger-eyes watching me while you spurt deep inside my body.”
Drake opened his mouth, but not a sound left it.
Evan’s hand shot to his cock, holding on to it for dear life. He gave Drake a look, confirming what he was thinking. This woman was different from any other.
This woman was theirs.
“I’m throbbing!” Vania gained momentum with her upward slide. Her pupils dilated as her nipples poked through her lace. “I’m going to come!”
She wasn’t the only one. A load was bearing down on Drake, so thick and hot. And, yes, dammit, he wanted to shoot it in Vania. After he wanted to see Evan devour her pussy without any finesse, wild and sucking, while tasting the mark of possession he’d left behind.
Evan now stood behind Vania, his face tightening with lust, maybe some pain, and something else Drake had never seen. “Let it go, Baby.”
“I… I don’t know how. I can’t seem to relax.”
Oh, this was bad, even while drunk she was too stressed to come. “Relax,” Drake said through gritted teeth. “Look at me.”
She shook her head so wildly that Drake released one hand from the back of the sofa to keep her from falling on her ass. When he steadied her, she sobbed in frustration.
“Vania, I’m going to help you the slightest bit.” He lifted his hips, allowing her better friction as Evan’s hand secured her shoulder. “It’s not enough for me, but it will be enough for you.”
“Help me by fucking me.”
“Not while you’re drunk,” Evan reminded her.
Drake’s fingers traveled over the curve of her right hip before they dropped to the front of her panties. He pressed his thumb hard against the fabric and located her swollen clit.
Vania cried out in shock, her body stuttering on his. Drake sensed her pussy spasm above the thin fabric of his trousers. “It’s… happening!”
“I can feel you, Love.”
Evan kissed the top of her head and steadied her. “Tell me, Drake.”
“She’s scalding me through our clothes.” Drake closed his eyes, thinking he would match her orgasm with his own, when the unmistakable sound of gagging met his ears. His head snapped up, eyes popping wide. “Vania?”
Evan’s mouth dropped open in horror. “She’s sick!” In one fluid move, Evan lifted
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