The Haunted Sultan (Skeleton Key) by Gillian Zane, Skeleton Key Page B

though she was in a squat position. She moved to her knees in one fluid motion and looked up from the supplicant position at the big man above her. She took him into her mouth and Sierra moaned. This was the first time seeing another couple engaged in anything sexual. It was so carnal. So intense she felt her insides clench in want. Her core flared with arousal and she chewed her bottom lip, wanting it to be her mouth on the man. Her lips wrapped around his huge length.
    She couldn’t remember another time when she was this turned on. None of the boys she had been with before had made her feel this way. The rushed and fumbling sex she had in the past, in dorm rooms and the backseat of cars, was nothing like what she was witnessing.
    “My house is pleasure,” the sultan said in his rich and sexualized voice. He smiled at Sierra and lifted himself from the pillows. Sierra's eyes were drawn to the tent of his pants and the obvious sign of his erection. “Everything here is about pleasure. If you are here, within my walls, you shall be about pleasure too.” He crawled across the pillowed ground and pulled the woman’s skirt to the side, revealing her slick and ready sex. The Sultan got to his knees and maneuvered behind her, blocking the view of what they were doing from Sierra. As the Sultan's body began to move back and forth in exaggerated thrusts it was obvious what they were doing.
    Sierra was disappointed her view was blocked but quickly forgot as Owen’s hot lips touched her neck. The feel of them burned her skin and she gasped. She turned to him. She didn’t want his lips on her neck. She wanted them on her own lips. She pulled his head up to hers and took his lips with a hunger that couldn’t be sated. He kissed her hard. He was just as hungry and much more eager. His mouth scorched hers and his tongue pushed past her lips, delving in and claiming her. She moaned into his mouth, her whole body heavy with desire. She was wet with need, dying to be taken like the topless woman. Her need was so great that she trembled under Owen’s kiss.
    He fumbled at her back, the bells of her costume jingling everywhere he touched her. He continued to kiss her as his fingers unclasped her top and the sparkling bra fell away. She was drunk with need, thrusting her naked breasts up for him to touch. She wanted him to taste them. He broke away from her mouth with a gasp and sucked a nipple into his mouth.
    “Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned gripping his hair and pushing him to her breast.
    He bit down on her nipple and sucked it into his mouth, rolling his tongue across the sensitive nub. He moaned against her hot skin and wrapped his arms around her body. He pulled her onto his lap so her breasts were aligned with his face and her hot core was right on his rigid cock, trapped within his jeans. Sierra cried out from the sensation and she ground against him, wanting the material gone. Owen palmed one breast while he licked the other. He pinched her nipple with his fingers and chuckled as Sierra moaned loudly and rubbed herself against him.
    “Bring her pleasure,” the Sultan purred.
    Sierra wanted the pleasure. She wanted every ounce of it. It was all she had ever wanted. All she could think about.
    Pleasure.

Chapter 8
    S ierra . Sierra. Sierra.
    Owen had to clench his fist, stabbing himself with his fingernails to stop himself from ripping the clothes from her body and burying himself inside of her. All he knew was her, her smell, the taste of her, the sexy noises she made as she tempted him.
    He was so aroused his dick felt like it was going to explode. It pressed against his jeans, hurting him it was so hard. The smells in the room were doing something to him. His vision was blurry and all he could focus on was this girl. This woman. Sierra.
    All he wanted was Sierra. He didn’t need to eat. He needed to fuck her all day and all night.
    He needed to be inside her.
    She was everything and so much more. He lapped at her breasts,