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“Fuck,” Jordan pants. “Who knew?”
My mind echoes those sentiments as Jordan pants and strokes my narrow back before leaning forwards. His face rests into the crook of my neck, nuzzling against my skin.
The two of us stay plastered to the desk, trying to catch our breaths before pulling apart. Actually, I just stay lying against the tabletop while Jordan pulls himself out. The sensation is heavenly and I squirm again, my bottom slightly sore.
“Oh she likes it,” rumbles Jason approvingly. “She looks so good like this,” he says.
Jordan’s low voice joins him.
“Yeah,” he growls. “She looksused.”
Oh god, are they talking about me? It must be. After all, I just had two different men inside of my ass back to back, and it was incredibly sensual and fulfilling. Yet what am I doing? These men are my priests …but I only want more.
To be continued …
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SNEAK PEEK: HARD AND BRUTAL
In this excerpt, Carlton takes Ramona for a ride.
“Did you bring that extra pair of panties we talked about?” the CEO rasps in my ear, his hands already going up to skim beneath my skirt.
“I did,” I murmur.
“Good.” Then, with a violent tug, he tears my panties right off, pulling his hand out to show me that damp ball of lace. I can hardly believe it, and just stare at his closed fist.
“Carlton, you just bought me those!” I stammer. “Those are the ones that are crotch-less!”
But the alpha male merely smirks as those blue eyes flare. “No worries because I can buy you another pair. But right now I want you to open your mouth, sweet girl.”
I merely look at him for a moment, stunned. He can’t be serious! But he is, and of their own accord, my lips part. With firm fingers, he crams the lace into my mouth, and I let out a muffled gasp of surprise.
“Mwmwmw!”
He just grins.
“That’s what I like to hear, honey. Your voice is always sweet, especially when you’re gagged.”
Oh my God, this is so wrong! I’m bare already, my pussy dripping wetly, and I’ve got my own panties stuffed in my mouth. This is rancid in a million ways, but hey, I worked as an escort one summer, so I know how to hold my own when it comes to demanding men. Like a vixen, I rub my curves against Carlton, purring like a cat.
“Fuck,” he gasps as my palms skim his chest, rock hard abs, and then down to that throbbing cock. I give it a good squeeze, making him groan with pleasure. Then, without a word, Carlton breaks our embrace and grabs my hand. He leads me to the side of the yacht and presses my back against the railing. I stare at him, surprised by the semi-public setting but too turned on to care. Clearly he has a plan, and I’m not going to get in his way.
In one sudden motion, Carlton hikes my dress up so that it’s above my waist, exposing my lower half to the empty lake behind me. The wind is chilly, but I’m burning inside. Immediately, the man slips a finger deep into my tight womanhood making me squeal with surprise.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he rasps, watching as his finger reappears, glistening with my fluids. “Shit.”
Then, he slips a second finger inside of me, and I jolt, the tightness almost too much to bear. But the man knows what he’s doing as he cups and strokes me in that most sensitive area.
I follow his lead, moaning and pushing against him, desire taking over my body. Carlton continues to pleasure me, kissing my neck while he thrusts his agile fingers deep inside of my cunt, and too quickly, it’s too much.
I explode on his hand, wet and hot, while screaming around the balled-up panties in my mouth. But Carlton doesn’t stop, instead pushing me over the edge until I’m panting and barely able to stand. I collapse against his firm body, my own completely spent and shaken by the intensity of my orgasm.
“My turn now,” he grunts in my ear.
Silently, Carlton turns me around so that I’m facing the now-dark Lake Michigan. I glance behind me and see him pull his erect cock out of his pants, and it’s absolutely huge. I feel my entire body clench up with mixed longing and terror at the sight of his firm member. OMG. Oh shit.
But this isn’t my first time to the rodeo, and we both know I can do it. Carlton bends me over the railing, pressing my fingers on the bar.
