Blood Legacy: Adult Urban Fantasy (The V V Inn Book 5) by C.J. Ellisson Page A
Authors: C.J. Ellisson
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rearing up and then falling back to my lap. “Again… oh God, please, do it again.”
I comply, hitting her even harder. She grunts in appreciation, thrusting her ass back for more. Wiggling my fingers again through her wetness to reach her clit, I stroke the raised nub. After a few passes, I pull back and sink two fingers into her tight sheath. Steadily I plunge in and out as her breathing becomes harsher. Without warning, I remove my hand and smack her bottom again, very hard, my palm wet with her desire.
“Again!”
I land three more fast, hard blows, and she whimpers. Unable to resist her arousal any longer I stand, lifting her from my lap at the same time.
“That’s it, we’re done,” I say, voice rough with desire.
“No, please, I was so close. Just a few more.”
I shove her toward the table and wrench my jeans down. “Lean over. I have something else in mind.”
My cock springs free, aiming directly at her glowing red bottom. Unable to hold myself back, I place one hand on her sensitive cheek and squeeze. She squeals and wiggles on the table. With the other hand, I guide myself into her dripping channel.
Releasing a groan, I thrust forward, lost in the moment, feeling myself come undone by this slip of a woman. Going on instinct, I lean over, grinding myself against her inflamed buttocks.
“Do you like that, baby? Do you want more?”
“Yes!”
“Come for me, rub yourself.”
She reaches to the side, angling her arm so she can touch her clit while I continue thrusting. I can tell the moment she reaches her goal. Her hips buck and she starts to circle them madly.
I lean back, gazing down on our joined bodies and her flaming cheeks. I raise my hand and deliver three more quick smacks, pushing her over the edge to reach her orgasm.
She screams out her pleasure, collapsing on the table as her inner walls spasm around me. Unable to hold off any longer, I join her, thrusting and pumping until the last rush of pleasure leaves my body.
We rest for a few minutes, lost in the glow of the moment. I pull away and lean down, planting a kiss on her red ass. “God, woman. What you do to me.”
A sultry chuckle sounds against the table. “I could have sworn that was my line.”
Images of Candy and our recent sexual escapades seep through my conscious, teasing me and making sleep on the plane impossible. A sigh of contentment escapes as a grin curls the corner of my mouth. Damn, that woman is fine. So passionate in her desires, and unselfconscious in getting exactly what she wants. If I close my eyes, I can still see her wiggling in discomfort with every smack of my palm.
I’ve had women who liked to play a little rough, but never a woman who knew what she needed and had no qualms about taking it. It’s sexy, and freeing.
All I know for sure is I want more of her. I want her every day of the week, every morning when I rise, and the seconds before I close my eyes to sleep. And all the time in between.
Holy shit. Could this be love?
One part of my mind immediately scoffs at the idea. Another deeper part of me realizes she’s exactly what I need and want in life. I just have to be man enough to realize it and act on it.
What about Vivian? What will she say?
Now there’s a question I can’t seem to escape. What will she say, how will she react? I have a feeling the feisty redhead is prepared for anything in life. If I’m able to remain loyal to her and still fall in love, she’ll know it from reading my mind. If I’m not…
What then? Would she kill Candy? Would her possession and jealousy push her to drastic measures?
Come on, it’s not like Vivian is a stalker with an unnatural attraction. She owns a part of you. She will always see the truth.
And what exactly is that truth?
Ahh… now that’s the sixty-four thousand dollar question.
Unwilling to examine my inner thoughts, especially when I have no idea where I stand, I decide to focus on meditating to strengthen my
I comply, hitting her even harder. She grunts in appreciation, thrusting her ass back for more. Wiggling my fingers again through her wetness to reach her clit, I stroke the raised nub. After a few passes, I pull back and sink two fingers into her tight sheath. Steadily I plunge in and out as her breathing becomes harsher. Without warning, I remove my hand and smack her bottom again, very hard, my palm wet with her desire.
“Again!”
I land three more fast, hard blows, and she whimpers. Unable to resist her arousal any longer I stand, lifting her from my lap at the same time.
“That’s it, we’re done,” I say, voice rough with desire.
“No, please, I was so close. Just a few more.”
I shove her toward the table and wrench my jeans down. “Lean over. I have something else in mind.”
My cock springs free, aiming directly at her glowing red bottom. Unable to hold myself back, I place one hand on her sensitive cheek and squeeze. She squeals and wiggles on the table. With the other hand, I guide myself into her dripping channel.
Releasing a groan, I thrust forward, lost in the moment, feeling myself come undone by this slip of a woman. Going on instinct, I lean over, grinding myself against her inflamed buttocks.
“Do you like that, baby? Do you want more?”
“Yes!”
“Come for me, rub yourself.”
She reaches to the side, angling her arm so she can touch her clit while I continue thrusting. I can tell the moment she reaches her goal. Her hips buck and she starts to circle them madly.
I lean back, gazing down on our joined bodies and her flaming cheeks. I raise my hand and deliver three more quick smacks, pushing her over the edge to reach her orgasm.
She screams out her pleasure, collapsing on the table as her inner walls spasm around me. Unable to hold off any longer, I join her, thrusting and pumping until the last rush of pleasure leaves my body.
We rest for a few minutes, lost in the glow of the moment. I pull away and lean down, planting a kiss on her red ass. “God, woman. What you do to me.”
A sultry chuckle sounds against the table. “I could have sworn that was my line.”
Images of Candy and our recent sexual escapades seep through my conscious, teasing me and making sleep on the plane impossible. A sigh of contentment escapes as a grin curls the corner of my mouth. Damn, that woman is fine. So passionate in her desires, and unselfconscious in getting exactly what she wants. If I close my eyes, I can still see her wiggling in discomfort with every smack of my palm.
I’ve had women who liked to play a little rough, but never a woman who knew what she needed and had no qualms about taking it. It’s sexy, and freeing.
All I know for sure is I want more of her. I want her every day of the week, every morning when I rise, and the seconds before I close my eyes to sleep. And all the time in between.
Holy shit. Could this be love?
One part of my mind immediately scoffs at the idea. Another deeper part of me realizes she’s exactly what I need and want in life. I just have to be man enough to realize it and act on it.
What about Vivian? What will she say?
Now there’s a question I can’t seem to escape. What will she say, how will she react? I have a feeling the feisty redhead is prepared for anything in life. If I’m able to remain loyal to her and still fall in love, she’ll know it from reading my mind. If I’m not…
What then? Would she kill Candy? Would her possession and jealousy push her to drastic measures?
Come on, it’s not like Vivian is a stalker with an unnatural attraction. She owns a part of you. She will always see the truth.
And what exactly is that truth?
Ahh… now that’s the sixty-four thousand dollar question.
Unwilling to examine my inner thoughts, especially when I have no idea where I stand, I decide to focus on meditating to strengthen my
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