Simply the Best by Wendi Zwaduk Page A

belly. He fisted the sheets in both hands and dug his toes into the bedding. The sounds of the men giving in to climax radiated in his ears. Oh, shit.
    “Jesus. I’m gonna come.”
    “Yeah,” Emma purred. She built up speed, fucking him with the toy and stroking his aching cock.
    “Emma.” He couldn’t hold back any longer. His vision blurred and his head swam. He wobbled on his knees as she withdrew the dildo. “Shit.” He spilled his seed and collapsed beside her. He panted and closed his eyes until the climax abated enough for him to move.
    Emma sat up. Cum slipped down her chin and dribbled onto her breasts. She smeared her fingers in the sticky mess. “So good. I like watching you come apart.”
    “Yeah.” No other words came. He puffed. Dear God he was fucked up. Having her do him was almost as hot as him doing her.
    “We need to get a strap on.” She leaned over the bed and grabbed his shirt, and then wiped the mess off her upper chest.
    Sam nodded. After a few moments, he recovered enough to sound coherent. “That was awesome.”
    “Good.” She grinned and tossed the shirt in the direction of the hamper. “I like making you happy.”
    “You did.” He turned around to face her. “I didn’t give you nearly enough attention.”
    “I’m sure you’ll make it up to me.”

Chapter Eight
     

    Emma flopped back against the pillows and draped her arms above her head. She’d made him happy and giving him what he needed in bed was so much fun. Better than her wildest dreams.
    “Don’t you dare get comfy.” Sam grinned down at her. “I’m making you feel good.” He grabbed the hem of the negligee and whipped it up over her head. The cool air kissed her dewy skin. She shivered and sighed.
    “You are so sexy.” He knelt between her legs. “I want to taste every inch of you.” Sam crouched over her and palmed her boobs. He rolled her nipples between his forefingers and thumbs.
    The burn singed her to her core. She arched her back. “Sam.”
    “Mine.” He buried his face in her ample cleavage, licking and sucking her nipples—one then the other—until she cried out. The flutters in her belly came back and churned up. Her skin prickled and she could’ve sworn the temperature in the room spiked. The love in her heart built for him. She moaned.
    “Want my mouth on that pussy?” he asked against her breast.
    “Yeah.” She rubbed his scalp. The more she touched his bare skin, the more she loved the way he felt.
    “Good.” Sam licked a path from her chest to her belly button and swirled his tongue around the divot. She rocked her hips. His fingers bit into her upper thighs. He blew across her pussy lips.
    “Sam.” She stared down at him, directing him where she wanted him to go. “Lick me. Please?” Her voice dropped to a husky moan.
    “Love to hear you beg.” He glanced at her and then buried his face between her cunt lips.
    Waves of pleasure washed over her. Each time he swiped his tongue across her labia, the heat in the room ratcheted up another degree.
    Sam slid two fingers into her pussy, stroking her from within. He touched her g-spot.
    “Sam, holy shit.” She loved when he played her body like an instrument. He eased in and out of her cunt and nibbled on her clit. The sensations of love, pain from his teeth, pleasure and riding the ragged edge of orgasm swarmed her. She gripped the sheets and pumped her hips.
    “Not yet, you don’t.” Sam hummed against her clit and then added a third finger to her hole. The burn seared her from the inside out, but just as she got used to the invasion, he removed one of his fingers and caressed her asshole.
    Breath wrenched from her chest. Fingers in her pussy, a finger tapping her ass and him sucking hard on her clit. No way she’d be able to hold back the climax. Electricity zapped in her veins. Her legs trembled and her foot bobbed. Oh, yeah…really close to coming apart. But she needed just a little more from him.
    “Sam,” she