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Authors: Eliza March, Elizabeth Marchat
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folds moments before. “You smell delicious.” He licked the moisture from his fingers and groaned. “Let me kiss you, taste you, bring you to orgasm with my mouth.”
Emily let her gaze drop and flushed. She licked her parched lips, trying to drag moisture into her mouth, air to her lungs. Her internal temperature stoked up to critical, and she understood why Jason considered this man dangerous. Because, dammit, she wanted him to taste her. All she could think about were the years she’d suffered seeing Jason with other women—the torture of imagining his hands on them, his mouth, his body inside them, bringing them to orgasm—and not her.
A pulse beat inside the juncture between her legs, and the pressure building deep within her was one that Mosel could satisfy. She felt his need jerking against her mound, prodding her to allow him access, anxious for entrance. He needed satisfaction and so did she. It had been so long.
Something primal inside her wanted to accommodate him—satisfy all his desires—satisfy the itch she knew he could deftly scratch. As his mouth traced down her abdomen, he lifted her skirt, exposing her hips to his view. He moved the skirt of the dress higher, crumbling the thin material and licking his way between her legs.
I’m going to stop this. I am. Soon. Oh, God. In a minute. One more minu...
His hand splayed under her hips, lifting her, giving him better access for his mouth. His tongue danced over her folds, and his teeth pulled at the string of her thong, creating more tension. She placed her hands on either side of his head to move him away, but instead lifted to his lips as his tongue slipped inside her.
Oh, yes. Oh, no. Oh hell, she was coming, and she’d be damned if she could stop herself now. Mosel was devouring her like a gourmet meal and making it sound that way, too. He moaned and groaned and encouraged her every response, bringing on the second climax and her scream of satisfaction as he tweaked her nipple and drove his tongue deep. She shuddered and the spasms inside her didn’t stop even when he stopped licking the nub at the top of her entrance.
Jason will be going nuts if he’s watching. The thought had more juice gushing from between her folds.
“You’re so hot, so wet. I need to be inside you.”
Mosel kissed his way back to her mouth, and she tasted herself on his tongue. He nuzzled her neck, whispering a concoction of French and German sweet nothings in her ear. “You taste as sweet as you are. So good. You smell so feminine, so sexy.” He took her hand and placed it on his cock. “See what you do to me. Feel how much I want you. I can’t think straight.”
She loved and hated her response. But more than anything, she loved discovering the power she could wield over a man with her body, turning this strong, virile man into a diminished, desperate mortal who desired what she could provide. Only she could bring him immediate satisfaction, and for now, that heady feeling, knowing she could reduce him to this quivering mass of rock hard need, intrigued her.
She smelled the scent of her arousal in the air, the atmosphere wrought with sexual tension.
“Emily, I want you.” He slipped two fingers inside her, waiting for her response.
She couldn’t. Not that. All she could see in her mind was the image of Jason looming over her with his dark hair and blue eyes boring into hers as he stretched her and plunged inside her for the first time. The scene morphed into the moment Jason turned away and left, and the next scene was Jason with a blonde, a redhead, a brunette. One, then another guy from work, straining and panting out their own orgasms as she collapsed unsatisfied. No more, no more.
Then she heard the foil of the condom rip.
The hell with them all. This wasn’t about Jason, or Mosel, or the two other selfish bastards she’d slept with, tonight she needed this for her. In for a penny...
Mosel’s cock poised at her entrance just as the fireworks
Emily let her gaze drop and flushed. She licked her parched lips, trying to drag moisture into her mouth, air to her lungs. Her internal temperature stoked up to critical, and she understood why Jason considered this man dangerous. Because, dammit, she wanted him to taste her. All she could think about were the years she’d suffered seeing Jason with other women—the torture of imagining his hands on them, his mouth, his body inside them, bringing them to orgasm—and not her.
A pulse beat inside the juncture between her legs, and the pressure building deep within her was one that Mosel could satisfy. She felt his need jerking against her mound, prodding her to allow him access, anxious for entrance. He needed satisfaction and so did she. It had been so long.
Something primal inside her wanted to accommodate him—satisfy all his desires—satisfy the itch she knew he could deftly scratch. As his mouth traced down her abdomen, he lifted her skirt, exposing her hips to his view. He moved the skirt of the dress higher, crumbling the thin material and licking his way between her legs.
I’m going to stop this. I am. Soon. Oh, God. In a minute. One more minu...
His hand splayed under her hips, lifting her, giving him better access for his mouth. His tongue danced over her folds, and his teeth pulled at the string of her thong, creating more tension. She placed her hands on either side of his head to move him away, but instead lifted to his lips as his tongue slipped inside her.
Oh, yes. Oh, no. Oh hell, she was coming, and she’d be damned if she could stop herself now. Mosel was devouring her like a gourmet meal and making it sound that way, too. He moaned and groaned and encouraged her every response, bringing on the second climax and her scream of satisfaction as he tweaked her nipple and drove his tongue deep. She shuddered and the spasms inside her didn’t stop even when he stopped licking the nub at the top of her entrance.
Jason will be going nuts if he’s watching. The thought had more juice gushing from between her folds.
“You’re so hot, so wet. I need to be inside you.”
Mosel kissed his way back to her mouth, and she tasted herself on his tongue. He nuzzled her neck, whispering a concoction of French and German sweet nothings in her ear. “You taste as sweet as you are. So good. You smell so feminine, so sexy.” He took her hand and placed it on his cock. “See what you do to me. Feel how much I want you. I can’t think straight.”
She loved and hated her response. But more than anything, she loved discovering the power she could wield over a man with her body, turning this strong, virile man into a diminished, desperate mortal who desired what she could provide. Only she could bring him immediate satisfaction, and for now, that heady feeling, knowing she could reduce him to this quivering mass of rock hard need, intrigued her.
She smelled the scent of her arousal in the air, the atmosphere wrought with sexual tension.
“Emily, I want you.” He slipped two fingers inside her, waiting for her response.
She couldn’t. Not that. All she could see in her mind was the image of Jason looming over her with his dark hair and blue eyes boring into hers as he stretched her and plunged inside her for the first time. The scene morphed into the moment Jason turned away and left, and the next scene was Jason with a blonde, a redhead, a brunette. One, then another guy from work, straining and panting out their own orgasms as she collapsed unsatisfied. No more, no more.
Then she heard the foil of the condom rip.
The hell with them all. This wasn’t about Jason, or Mosel, or the two other selfish bastards she’d slept with, tonight she needed this for her. In for a penny...
Mosel’s cock poised at her entrance just as the fireworks
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