you remove your legs from your skirt, the pleasure stops. You want the pleasure to continue, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she moaned the words, closing her eyes as her heart beat an erratic rhythm against her breasts in renewed anticipation.
“Good.” There was a wealth of satisfaction in the one-word response.
Satisfaction and something more. Gaby chose not to closely analyze anything other than the pleasure he was giving her.
At this point all she wanted was to feel.
By forcing her to keep her legs within the skirt, he’d created a makeshift bind. She could only move her legs so far, forcing her thighs closer together, which increased the steady throb between her thighs.
If she wanted to, she could simply step out of the skirt. But she wouldn’t. That would end the pleasure. A pleasure she desperately wanted—needed—to continue.
With bated breath she waited to feel his tongue against her.
“Hmm…so sweet,” when he breathed the words against her inner thigh, Gaby felt a gush of cream ease from her vagina.
She squirmed when two fingers separated her vaginal lips and his tongue lazily stroked her from the back of her entry to the tip of her clit.
His slick tongue lapped along the sides of her crease, darting around her clitoris in a heated playful game, flicking it, but not taking it within the moist cavern of his mouth.
Gaby’s hands came out to grab hold of his head, wanting him to take her deeper into his hot mouth.
When he moved his lips away, she wanted to scream in frustration.
“You know the rules. No touching. No talking…until it’s time,” he warned her, the look in his eyes reminding her again of the caged animal in the zoo.
He didn’t wait for a response.
Instead, he delved back into her pussy, licking, stroking her in alternating light flicks and long deep strokes, continuing his deadly assault with his tongue until she felt dizzy; her head spun, her limbs shook, her body trembled as she fought against her heralding orgasm.
When he shoved his tongue deep inside, Gaby broke.
“Please!” she cried, unable to hold back.
At that same moment, Sweet applied pressure to a spot directly above her mons and pressed down hard and she screamed. Pleasure slammed into her; her body went up in flames.
She grabbed his head, ignoring his edicts, and ground herself against his face, tears of release streaming from her eyes as his tongue stroked her.
As he laved her creaming portal, he shifted his hands from her pelvic bone and sank his fingers into each rounded buttock cheek and continued to eat her; ravenous in his hunger, her cream saturating his tongue, he mercilessly suckled at her pussy.
Gaby’s cries rang out until she was hoarse, depleted, her limbs useless, she slumped forward and would have fallen straight on her face if he hadn’t caught her.
“What do you plan to do to me?” she asked, her voice coming out in a choked whisper when she felt him quickly shift her upper body over his shoulder.
“I plan to fuck you senseless.”
“Yes,” she breathed the word in a barely audible voice. She allowed her eyes to feather closed as he lifted and strode toward the open balcony.
4
With one final shove, deep inside her ass, he groaned harshly and dragged his cock out of her body. Seconds later, she felt his semen spurt on her back before trickling down her spine.
She reached a hand between her legs and frantically worked her clitoris until she spasmed and her own orgasm hit.
“Shit,” Adam panted. He sank down on the bed after moving his body away from her.
With his head thrown back on the white, cotton-covered pillows against the headboard, he flung one arm over his eyes, his chest rising and falling sharply with each breath he inhaled.
“It was good for you, then?”
Adam grunted out what sounded like an affirmative, without removing his arm from covering his eyes.
One corner of Marissa’s silicone-injected, pouty mouth hitched up in a half grin with satisfaction. With a purely feminine purr of contentment, she reached a slim arm out and withdrew a package of cigarettes from her purse set on the bedside table.
After shaking out a cigarette, she withdrew a gold-plated lighter encrusted with faux diamonds from her purse, placed the cigarette between her pursed lips, and lit it.
As she sucked the nicotine deeply into her lungs, she closed her eyes and leaned back against the headboard, enjoying the pleasurable buzz that the combination of a good screw—well, a decent screw—coupled with the nicotine gave.
“What?!” Marissa’s eyes flew open when her cigarette was snatched out of her mouth.
“What the hell are you thinking about, smoking in here?” Adam grimaced, holding the smoldering cigarette between two fingers and bounding from the bed. He disappeared into the adjoining bathroom and seconds later she heard the toilet flush.
Bare-assed, he strode angrily back into the room, energetically blasting the room with diffusing aroma from an aerosol can of air freshener.
“Are you out of your goddamn mind, bitch? Gaby knows I don’t smoke. She hates smoke!”
“Oh, yeah, gotta make sure precious little Gaby doesn’t suspect her Prince Charming is getting a little extra pussy on the side,” Marissa mumbled, and allowed her eyes to drift down into slits as she observed Adam.
Not that Adam was technically getting pussy from her, Marissa thought. With her he was an ass man, literally. Whenever they had their liaisons, it would take him sodomizing her several times before he’d finally get around to more traditional sex.
She arched her spine and sat up, wincing lightly, as she continued to observe him.
He was handsome in a classic surfer-boy sort of way, with his Nordic good looks—classic aristocratic features; long nose, bright blue eyes, and blond hair.
He wore his thick blond hair slightly long, the ends curling at the nape of his neck and tied back in a small ponytail.
Although he wasn’t all that tall, only an inch or two at best taller than she was, at five feet ten inches, he was perfectly proportioned.
She watched his tight, muscled ass and his lean calves flex as he walked around the room spraying. His penis was at odds with the rest of him.
Just like the rest of his body, his cock was lean, average in length, nothing distinct about it, with the exception of the fat, round knob of his dick. It was so round and fat that when she’d first seen it, her reaction had been to laugh. She’d never seen a man’s dick that fat at the end, with that funky curve. It reminded her of a warped banana.
She’d
