Between the Sheets (9781476775807) Read Online Free PDF

snap open wide. She has that hungry glow in them. My baby wants this dick. Her muscles squeeze my fingers as they curl forward inside of her, finding those crinkly ridges at the front of her pussy.
    â€œYeah, what was all that slick shit you were talkin’?” I press into spongy flesh, massaging her spot. “Talkin’ about I wasn’t getting none of this pussy…?”
    Her mouth stretches open. Her eyes grow wide as I move my fingers into a slow, steady rhythm, increasing the pressure on her G-spot.
    She rocks her hips. Her breath hitches. A scream explodes from her mouth as Jason Derulo croons out “Vertigo.”
    â€œThat’s right. Come for me, baby.”
    Withdrawing my fingers, I bring them to her lips, smearing gloss and cunt musk together, then pushing them deep into her mouth. “I told you ’bout teasing me when you know I have to be at the office early. Didn’t I?”
    My fingers slip from her mouth, drawing a wet trail to her pebbled nipples. I pinch, the right one, then the left one.
    â€œYes,” she moans. Then in one swift motion, I lift her off the bed, flip her over, and tell her to get on all fours. I slap her phat ass, then drop to a crouch behind her, taking my thumbs and spreading her cunt open. I sweep my tongue over swollen, glistening lips, then bury it inside of her sticky heat. Marika drops her head forward and claps her ass cheeks around my face, moaning as I tongue-fuck her and stroke my dick through two songs before finally standing and rubbing the thick head of my dick up and down between her damp pussy lips, then sinking it in.
    â€œAaaaah, shiiiit,” I choke out, head thrown back. Her taut, hot pussy causes every muscle in her body to tighten. “Aaah, muthafuck, yeah…” I withdraw halfway, then plunge in, deep—until my balls press tight against her cunt lips.
    Marika’s cries echo around the room, bouncing off the walls. I grind my hips into her nice and slow. “Yeah, baby,” I moan, watching my dick slide in and out of her. “Coat my dick with that sweet nut. I love watchin’ you take all this dick…aaaah, fuck, baby…nice, wet pussy…”
    I pull out again. Fuck her with the head. Then surge my hips forward again, pushing my iron-hard pipe back into her. A soft, feminine rumble of approval seeps from her lips as I change my rhythm, using long powerful thrusts. In, out. In, out. Swish, swish. In, out. In, out. Swish, swish. Each stroke cutting, slicing, sawing into wet heat, gliding out of her wetness from head to base. My balls slap up against the back of her.
    I wrap both of my arms around her and pound into her. By the time Xscape starts singing, I’m right where I wanna be. Roaring, buried deep in Marika’s shuddering body, fucking my nut into the warmest place on earth.
    My baby’s wet pussy.

FOUR
    Marika
    â€œYour eleven o’clock is here,” my receptionist, Shayla, says the moment I step—okay, okay…half-walk, half-limp, thanks to the delicious fucking Marcel put on me this morning—through the sliding glass doors of M&M Publishing, a large publishing company with magazine and book publishing holdings nestled inside a luxury high-rise building on the fortieth floor. The building also houses a record label and a multimillion-dollar public relations and global management agency that manages numerous Fortune 500 companies across the country.
    As president and chief executive officer of M&M, I oversee the publishing and operations of our numerous divisions. And I am damn proud of my accomplishments as a thirty-six-year-old, African-American woman.
    Straight out of Howard with a degree in communications, I landed a job with a major publishing house where I quickly worked my way up the ladder to executive editor of one of their imprints. Then, after almost two years, I’d had enough and decided to launch, along with Marcel, my own publishing