The Gorgeous Naked Man in my Storm Shelter (Erotic Suspense)

Read Online The Gorgeous Naked Man in my Storm Shelter (Erotic Suspense) by Aphrodite Hunt - Free Book Online Page A

Book: The Gorgeous Naked Man in my Storm Shelter (Erotic Suspense) by Aphrodite Hunt Read Free Book Online
Authors: Aphrodite Hunt
Tags: Suspense, Erótica, Romance, Paranormal, Mystery, SciFi, hardcore, romantic suspense, erotic suspense, Amnesia, tornado
Ads: Link
satiated. I’m creaming down there in an endless
floodgate. How slutty he must think I am – I who attempt to play
the blushing maiden.
    He places the
head of his cock at the ravenous mouth of my vulva. He pushes, and
there comes a swoosh – a rush of opening velvety walls and rapidly
filled crevices. His penetration of me is so sudden, so total that
I shriek.
    “Did I hurt you?” he
says anxiously.
    “No, no. It’s been
so long, that’s all.”
    “Tell me if I’m
hurting you.”
    He stills his
shaft inside me. His cock
stretches my pussy walls so completely that I can’t imagine being
expanded any further. I throw my head back on the scratchy
coverlet. My hips rise on their own accord to further suck his
penis in.
    He is deep. Very
deep. Head against the aperture of my cervix deep.
    “Are you all right?”
he says, his breath coming out in short bursts.
    “Yes, oh yes.
Please. Don’t stop on account of me.”
    He begins to
move – a titillating seesaw motion that rubs slickly against my
walls, drawing from me a blossom of pleasure so sublime that it
shoots straight into my spine. I moan as I open my legs further. He
smells of sex and sweat and sweetness and life. I keep my eyes wide
open, not wanting to miss the sight of his sublime face – his
glazed blue-green eyes, smoky with desire; his parted and
beautifully-shaped mouth; the dew-like beads of moisture above his
upper lip.
    It’s surreal. I’m
being fucked by a god.
    He lowers his
lips to mine and we lock our mouths in a wet kiss. Down there, he
continues to grind his hips against mine. His cock hurtles against
my G-spot – pressing it, kneading it, rubbing against it until I
have to squirm in ecstasy. A tide of sensation engulfs me. I am
filled in all ways – physically, psychologically,
emotionally.
    The specter of Neverlake floats in my
mind. Does it mean I have until tomorrow to make this last? What
will happen once he gets to Neverlake?
    I picture his
memories swarming him in a rush once he sees the familiar
surroundings. He’s so
convinced he has no one waiting for him . . . but I’m not so
sure.
    Will this night with
him be my last?
    The dread this
posits in my soul almost stems
the orgasmic deluge that follows. The erotic sensation of my G-spot
being mercilessly pummeled for the last fifteen minutes or so – and
coupled with Don’s frenetic French kissing of my mouth, as though
he would like to drink me in – washes over me like a late breaker
on a beach.
    I scream into
the ceiling as Don continues to slam into me. My pussy is a veritable mound of merging fluids.
But he doesn’t stop. He’s panting very slightly.
    “Did you like that?”
he whispers.
    I almost can’t speak
for the sheer bliss that follows.
    “ Yes, oh yes,”
I utter when the clenching and
unclenching of my pelvic muscles have succumbed.
    He grins. “Will you
be able to take it if I go a little faster?”
    Faster?
    Then it hits
me.
    My vision
blurs when I remember what he did on my lawn. Oh my God.
    He’s already
speeding up his thrusts. Steadily, pumping his hips like an
automaton whose dial is being slowly turned.
    “Tell me stop
anytime you feel uncomfortable,” he says, grunting.
    I close my
eyes, savoring the acceleration of his cock as it pistons in and out of me. My
vagina is pouring out more sticky fluids in seemly preparation for
this. He rocks his buttocks even harder. I toss and turn my head on
the coverlet for the frenzied activity of it all. His penis slams
against my cervix as his balls strike the undersides of my
buttocks, and then withdraws. Harder, faster. His breath is harsh
against my neck. I’ve abandoned all nuances of romance. This is
raw, purposeful, sensuous fucking. The fucking of nymphs and satyrs
in the gardens of pleasure.
    The friction
in my vaginal walls grows as
my fingers rake his back. I open my eyes again and almost cry out
in shock. Down there, Don’s hips are a blur. His eyes are closed
and a large bead of sweat drops from

Similar Books

Insatiable Kate

Dawne Prochilo, Dingbat Publishing, Kate Tate

American Crow

Jack Lacey

Lit

Mary Karr