InstructionbySeduction by Jessica Shin Page A

Leah. He
yanked on his tie, loosening it, then tossed it. He pulled off his jacket and
shirt, throwing them away. Leah’s feet slipped off the chair and landed on the
floor as she watched Hale’s urgent striptease, her pussy beginning to throb and
ache. She knew he wanted her. He wanted her bad. And she was desperate to let
him take what he wanted.
    Hale reached over and took Leah’s hand. He pulled, lifting
her off the chair and bringing her to her feet. He leaned in and whispered in
her ear, “I’m absolutely crazy about fucking you. I want to fuck you until you
come screaming my name.”
    Leah felt like her insides had melted. His words coursed
through her veins, desire pulsing there instead of blood. He was the only
person she’d ever heard who could use the f-word so crassly yet to her ears it
sounded like poetry. She whispered his name.
    “Off,” Hale said. He tugged on her t-shirt and pulled it up
over her head. The shirt ended up on the kitchen floor, forgotten as Hale
pulled Leah toward the bedroom. He shut the door behind them and said, “I have
plans for you.”
    “I certainly hope so,” Leah breathed. She watched Hale pull
his pants off, exposing his erection. The need pulsing through her body surged.
She wanted it. She wanted it in every way. I want to fuck you until you
scream my name.
    Leah reached down and unbuttoned her jeans. Hale moved in
and pulled down the zipper, then pushed down on them, taking her panties right
along with them as they slid down her legs.
    Being exposed before him still made her apprehensive but
after the last time it no longer upset her. Especially not when he looked her
up and down with that smartass little smirk and that fire burning in his green
eyes.
    “Where do I start eating you?” he asked.
    Hale reached out and caressed Leah’s right breast, running
his thumb over her nipple and sending shivers through her body. He pinched it
and she whimpered as it poured gasoline on the fire burning between her legs.
Hale moved in on her and took the nipple in his mouth, sucking, then gently
biting.
    Leah tossed her head back, basking in the sensations. With
every nip, every suck, every caress of his tongue on her nipple she wanted him
more. She ran her fingers through his hair encouragingly and pushed her pelvis
toward him.
    Hale’s cock pushed against her thigh. He took ahold of
himself and moved, pressing his hot flesh against the folds of her pussy. He
slid across it, bringing soft moans out of Leah’s mouth. Hale released her
nipple and whispered, “On the bed.”
    Leah was on her way there before the words had finished coming
out of his mouth. She lay down, propping herself up on her elbows. Hale crossed
the darkening room in all of his perfection, coming toward her like some sort
of incubus sent to drive her sexually insane. He lay down next to her. “Roll
over. I have something for you.”
    Leah turned, rolling onto her side.
    “All the way over.”
    She did. Leah heard Hale doing something—she didn’t know
what but it sounded like he’d opened a ketchup bottle. Leah laughed.
    “What’s funny?” Hale asked.
    “Just thinking about dinner.” Leah giggled.
    “Hmmm. I’ve got something to satisfy your appetite.”
    “I know.”
    Hale knelt between Leah’s knees and nudged them apart, then
pulled her hips toward him until her ass was in the air. He slid his fingers
into her very wet hollow and laughed when she whimpered.
    “Yes,” she whispered. “Please touch me.”
    “I’ll touch you. I’ll touch you everywhere.” Hale massaged
Leah from the inside, then removed his fingers far too soon for her liking. She
sensed him shift, then something cold and hard pushed against the pucker of her
asshole.
    “What are you doing?” Leah asked, alarmed.
    “What’s wrong?” Hale asked. “Scared?”
    “Yes. What are you doing?”
    “Don’t you trust me, Leah?”
    “Well yes, but…”
    “There is no yes but . Either you do or you don’t.
Have I ever hurt