Slap Shot – Kelly Jamieson
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“I might need a little foreplay.” She shoots me a teasing look as she lies down on the bed.
“Oh, yeah. Right.” I move closer and lean down to kiss her. “Dancing. Kissing.”“The keys to my vag,” she says on a sigh. “Along with nipple-sucking and hair-pulling.”
“Jesus. Don’t hold back, spice girl. Tell me what you want.”
She bursts out laughing. “I’ll tell you what I want, what I really, really want.”
I grin. I love it that she got my joke.
Then she bites her bottom lip. “Does me telling you what I like bother you?”
“Fuck no! I love it.”
“Okay, good. Some men have a problem with a woman who’s too . . . forthright.”
I nuzzle her jaw, her ear, her neck, breathing in the delicious scent of her skin. “How else are you going to get what you want if you don’t ask for it?”
“I’m so glad you see it that way.” Her eyes have drifted closed, her lips parted.
I’m goddamn glad that she told me what she likes. Takes the guesswork out of it for me.
I kiss the pulse that’s beating at her throat, gently suck on her skin there, then kiss my way down over her chest. “Freckles here, too.” I lick them.
“I know. I hate my freckles.”
I move over her now, between her legs. She parts her thighs and I sink into their cradle, a perfect fit. I slowly ease the silk slip up over her hips and waist, then she does an impressive crunch to sit up and pull it off over her head. She rolls back down and I press my face between her breasts, then kiss the inner curve of each one. I lick a slow circle around a nipple, which is already tightened. She does a quick inhale and I move to tease the other breast with more licking, finally sliding my tongue over her nipple.
She likes having these beauties sucked. And that’s perfect because damn, I could feast on them forever. I close my teeth so gently over one soft curve and she gasps.
“Getting wet, baby?” I slip a hand between us and investigate. “Oh, yeah. You are.” She’s slippery and swollen. Fuck, that’s hot.
She moves Venus to her pussy and attaches it somehow while I get rid of my pants.
Her gaze goes to my hand on my engorged dick, and her tongue slides over her bottom lip. “You’re . . . wow.”
I glance down. Yeah, I have a big dick. Again, not bragging. I’m glad she likes it.
She smiles, arms reaching for me. “Fuck me, Max.”
I grab a condom from the table beside the bed. After rolling it on, I rub the head of my dick up and down her slit. She’s watching with heavy-lidded eyes and widens her thighs even more as I push inside.
I lift her thighs up and back, my own legs spread wide as I slowly slide in and out, and her hands land on my knees and hold on to them as my strokes get harder, deeper, faster, jolting her. “Oh, yeah,” she breathes. “Fuck me like that.”
I’m not sure about this toy between us, but it’s small, so I stretch out over her to find her mouth again. After a hard kiss, I press my face into the side of her neck and roll my hips against her, balls deep inside her. I can barely feel the toy, other than the vibrating, which is nice. Apparently, she feels it more than I do, because she’s crying out and pressing up into my thrusts. Her hands are all over me, gripping my biceps, roaming over my shoulders and back.
“Oh, yeah!” Her head rolls on the pillow. I kiss her neck and her ear, and then I’m pounding into her, trying to give her what she wants and holy fuck, when she comes her nails dig into my shoulders and I swear her hips are a foot off the bed, holding herself tight against me as her pussy ripples around my dick and she shudders through her orgasm.
Pressure builds in my balls, tension climbs up my spine, and then fire explodes low in my belly, searing through my hips, and out my cock. Holding my dick deep inside her, I press her into the mattress, my nose buried in the side of her neck. I’m making a bunch of guttural noises as I empty myself. She’s petting my back now, kissing my shoulder, and when my cock finishes shooting, I can feel her pussy giving it tiny involuntary squeezes.
Twins for the Billionaire – Sarah M.Anderson
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“But you’re a redhead with a tan, Eric. Someone rare and special. There’s no one else like you in the world and I can’t believe I have you all to myself right now.”She could feel him at the entrance of her body. She desperately wanted to flex her hips up and take him inside of her. But he was staring down at her with such tenderness that it was almost alarming.
“Sofia…” he said, and something in his tone made her breath catch in her throat.
Then he began to thrust into her and she knew that no matter how much he made her laugh or how good he made her feel, this was about so much more than just a little bit of fun.
He went slow, filling her inch by inch. Her body spasmed around his. Oh, it had been so long. And he felt so good that she wanted to cry with the relief.
He was breathing hard, his face buried against her neck and she thought he was shaking. For a long moment, they lay like that, joined but quiet in the intimacy of it all.
He said her name again softly. “Sofia.”
“Yes,” she whispered. It didn’t really matter what the question was, after all. He was here with her and they were together and the answer was yes. Maybe it always would be.
He flexed his hips and she rose to meet him and together, they found a rhythm. Sofia wondered dimly if she should be doing more, trying harder. But there was something so freeing about laying back and letting him take care of everything. She didn’t have to give and give and give, dammit, until there was nothing left for her. She could be selfish and greedy and take everything he had because right now, he was all hers.
“Tell me what you need, babe,” Eric grunted, his breathing harsh. “Let me give it to you.”
She needed so much—more than a night or even a weekend. She needed to make up for all the time she’d lost just getting by. She was tired of survival. She wanted to live.
She was finally going to. “Let’s… Here. Lean back.”
Eric did as she asked, sitting on his heels without pulling free of her body. “You feel so good,” she told him, shifting her legs so that they were tucked up against him instead of locked behind his back.
Eric didn’t immediately fall into a rhythm again. Instead, he sat back and looked at how she had arranged herself. “How about this?” Then, instead of tucking her knee under his arm—a position that worked well for her before—he instead tucked his arm behind her knee, lifting her leg over his shoulder. But just the one.
She felt her body tighten around him with this new angle and sucked in a quick breath. “Yeah,” she said, adjusting to the different sensations. He felt larger, harder—and she felt closer to someone else than she’d been in so long. “Yeah, let’s try that.”
This time, his pace wasn’t slow or measured. He wasn’t taking his time, not anymore. This time, he buried himself inside of her over and over again and it couldn’t have been more than a minute before her body tightened and the orgasm blazed through her. She cried out, “Eric!” And then she lost the ability to speak at all.
He didn’t give her the chance to catch her breath. He didn’t give her the time to come back down to earth from that beautiful orgasm. Instead, he drove her relentlessly, pushing her from that high peak to one even higher. This time, when she came, she thrashed against the bed, grabbed onto his shoulders and held tight. The cords of his neck stood out as he roared and then collapsed on her.
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