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Authors: Selena Kitt, Lily Marie, Alyse Zaftig, Jamie Klaire, Kinsey Grey, Ambrielle Kirk, Marie Carnay, Holly Stone, Cynthia Dane, Alexis Adaire, Anita Snowflake, Eve Kaye, Janessa Davenport, Linnea May, Ruby Harper, Sasha Storm, Tamsin Flowers, Tori White
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tray. “I’m too full, but help yourself.”
She wandered over, picking up a ripe berry and biting into it, sweet and juicy—and chocolaty. Dorian stood by the window, towel around his hips, looking out at the view, drinking his champagne.
“So are you going to tell me?” she asked, licking her fingers clean as she moved toward him, feet silent on the white carpet.
“Do you really want to know?” He didn’t ask her what she was inquiring about—he obviously already knew.
“Of course I do.” She stood beside him, resting a cheek against his shoulder.
“It’s the same old story. Boy meets girl. Boy falls in love with girl. Boy and girl spend six years planning a life together. Boy proposes to girl. Girl cheats on boy. Boy loses girl. Sound familiar?”
Jodie nodded. Boy did it ever!
“So that was two years ago?” she asked.
“Three.” He slipped an arm around her waist. “I spent a year whoring around and then decided to go off women altogether.”
“Six plus three… how old are you?”
“Thirty.”
“Jason and I were together for eight.” Jason. He felt far away from her now. Like a distant star. She knew it wouldn’t always be that way, but she was grateful for this man and his ability to make her forget.
“And you’re… what? Twenty-five?”
“Twenty-six,” she countered. “You know, what you did… swearing off women. That was probably wise. Relationships suck.”
“No, they don’t.” He put his empty glass on the night table and turned to take her into his arms. “See, that’s where I got it wrong. I chose the wrong path—and I didn’t even realize it until…”
“Until?”
“Until I kissed you.” As if on cue, he tilted her chin up and he pressed his lips to hers. It was magical, still, giving her a heated thrill that curled her toes. He gave her a lazy, half-lidded smile when they parted. “And you… kissed me right back.”
“How could I resist?” she teased.
“When I heard what happened to you.” His face darkened, like storm clouds rolling in on the horizon. “Well, I know how easy it is to want to retreat. To give up. But I didn’t want you to give up. I wanted you to do the right thing.”
“The right thing?” she blinked up at him.
“What are you supposed to do when you fall off a horse?”
“Cry?” she offered. “A lot?”
“No.” He laughed. “Get back up on the horse and try again.”
“So… you’re the horse.” Jodie smiled slowly, sliding her arms around his neck.
“And I’m going to take you for a hell of a ride.” His eyes darkened as he undid her robe, looking at her fully naked in the dim light. Then he slid it off her shoulders, letting it puddle at their feet in a pool of satin.
“Let’s christen that bed.” He nudged her toward it, taking her hands in his and planting them on the mattress so she was bent over.
Jodie gasped in surprise when he knelt behind her, sliding his hands up over her ass and spreading her open. He had dried her off, paying close attention to the area between her thighs, but she was already wet again, anticipating his mouth, and she didn’t have to wait long for it.
“Oh my God,” she whispered, arching her back as he buried his tongue between the fat lips of her pussy. He lapped up and down her slit, down on his knees, worshipping the swollen flesh of her labia, exploring the pink labyrinth inside, even sliding his tongue up and plunging it deep into her pussy.
“Ahhh!” She cried out when his mouth found her ass, tongue probing, making her quiver, his hands gripping her hips. Her pussy was sopping, sloppy wet now, her thighs wet with her juices, and she wanted his cock so much she couldn’t even see straight.
“Are you still cold?” he asked.
“No,” she murmured, although she was still shivering.
He pressed her onto the bed on her hands and knees,
She wandered over, picking up a ripe berry and biting into it, sweet and juicy—and chocolaty. Dorian stood by the window, towel around his hips, looking out at the view, drinking his champagne.
“So are you going to tell me?” she asked, licking her fingers clean as she moved toward him, feet silent on the white carpet.
“Do you really want to know?” He didn’t ask her what she was inquiring about—he obviously already knew.
“Of course I do.” She stood beside him, resting a cheek against his shoulder.
“It’s the same old story. Boy meets girl. Boy falls in love with girl. Boy and girl spend six years planning a life together. Boy proposes to girl. Girl cheats on boy. Boy loses girl. Sound familiar?”
Jodie nodded. Boy did it ever!
“So that was two years ago?” she asked.
“Three.” He slipped an arm around her waist. “I spent a year whoring around and then decided to go off women altogether.”
“Six plus three… how old are you?”
“Thirty.”
“Jason and I were together for eight.” Jason. He felt far away from her now. Like a distant star. She knew it wouldn’t always be that way, but she was grateful for this man and his ability to make her forget.
“And you’re… what? Twenty-five?”
“Twenty-six,” she countered. “You know, what you did… swearing off women. That was probably wise. Relationships suck.”
“No, they don’t.” He put his empty glass on the night table and turned to take her into his arms. “See, that’s where I got it wrong. I chose the wrong path—and I didn’t even realize it until…”
“Until?”
“Until I kissed you.” As if on cue, he tilted her chin up and he pressed his lips to hers. It was magical, still, giving her a heated thrill that curled her toes. He gave her a lazy, half-lidded smile when they parted. “And you… kissed me right back.”
“How could I resist?” she teased.
“When I heard what happened to you.” His face darkened, like storm clouds rolling in on the horizon. “Well, I know how easy it is to want to retreat. To give up. But I didn’t want you to give up. I wanted you to do the right thing.”
“The right thing?” she blinked up at him.
“What are you supposed to do when you fall off a horse?”
“Cry?” she offered. “A lot?”
“No.” He laughed. “Get back up on the horse and try again.”
“So… you’re the horse.” Jodie smiled slowly, sliding her arms around his neck.
“And I’m going to take you for a hell of a ride.” His eyes darkened as he undid her robe, looking at her fully naked in the dim light. Then he slid it off her shoulders, letting it puddle at their feet in a pool of satin.
“Let’s christen that bed.” He nudged her toward it, taking her hands in his and planting them on the mattress so she was bent over.
Jodie gasped in surprise when he knelt behind her, sliding his hands up over her ass and spreading her open. He had dried her off, paying close attention to the area between her thighs, but she was already wet again, anticipating his mouth, and she didn’t have to wait long for it.
“Oh my God,” she whispered, arching her back as he buried his tongue between the fat lips of her pussy. He lapped up and down her slit, down on his knees, worshipping the swollen flesh of her labia, exploring the pink labyrinth inside, even sliding his tongue up and plunging it deep into her pussy.
“Ahhh!” She cried out when his mouth found her ass, tongue probing, making her quiver, his hands gripping her hips. Her pussy was sopping, sloppy wet now, her thighs wet with her juices, and she wanted his cock so much she couldn’t even see straight.
“Are you still cold?” he asked.
“No,” she murmured, although she was still shivering.
He pressed her onto the bed on her hands and knees,
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