Springer, Jan - The Pleasure Girl [The Desperadoes 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free PDF

eyes widened with wonder as he thrust two fingers into her soaked pussy. His fingers were exceedingly long and felt so good as he continued to work her clit with his tongue and use his fingers to thrust into her like a miniature cock. He sucked and she cried out as his teeth nipped her clit sharply, then his tongue smoothed the hurt, bringing lashes of pleasure through her core.
    She groaned as he grabbed her by the hips and brought her pussy closer into his face. Every nerve ending inside her throbbed. She jerked, cried out as a third finger slid into her. The penetration stretched her in such a good way, she bucked as shudders of arousal slammed into her.
    She was about to come. Hard.
    He gripped her so firmly she cried out in both fear and wonder as the magnificent orgasm began to take hold. But he let go of her pussy, and disappointment and desperation made her reach out and grab him by the shoulders, trying to bring him closer again.
    He shook his head. “Condoms, baby, condoms,” he gasped, and she let him go, wanting him inside her. Needing him.
    Her pussy was on fire, and she thought about bringing herself off. But the tearing of plastic and foil had her touching her nipples. They were nice and tender from his mouth, and her breasts felt firm beneath her palms. She yelped as the mattress moved and he climbed back over the foot of the bed.
    Grabbing her thighs, he pulled her down until her ass almost hung off the edge. She swallowed tightly as he moved between her thighs. He came up and over her, his thick cock reaching toward his belly.
    His thighs widened hers as he came down. His hard gaze pinned her to the mattress. Strong muscles bunched in his arms as he angled his body over hers. She struggled to make sense at how intoxicating his look made her feel. His face appeared so taut, his eyes so dark with intense need, she instinctively knew he hadn’t been with a woman in some time. At that thought, hunger raged through her. An unfamiliar need she hadn’t experienced before shot so deep into her, she moaned at its intensity.
    Then she trembled as his thick, bulging cockhead nudged against her vaginal opening. He entered her swiftly and without mercy, her muscles stretching wildly as he impaled her. He filled her to perfection, his size reaching an area deep inside of her. An unexplored area that always wept with need when a man fucked her.
    With this guy, there was no disappointment. Only awe as he withdrew and thrust into her again. Once. Twice. Three times. She unraveled, jerked violently as the orgasm exploded through her.
    His mouth melted over hers, catching her cries. His heated shaft slammed into her over and over. His pubic bone stroking her clit just right. She rolled from one climax right into another one. He continued to thrust and kiss her. The only noises were that of his flesh slapping against hers and their erotic moans. Oh, she did love the sounds of their union mingling through the air.
    She rode with him. Rode the waves and then finally she heard him whisper he was coming. His body went rigid and he shuddered, the condom filling with his warm semen. She felt him come up partway and shift into his own world of bliss. Afterwards, in the drowsy postcoital mode, her pussy spasms slowed and he withdrew.
    Through heavy-lidded eyes, she watched him as he carefully removed the condom and tied it off, then he tossed it into the wastebasket she kept nearby for such purposes. The afterglow weakness of sex tugged at her body, and she felt fantastic. She wanted to curl up and go to sleep, but he climbed onto the bed, bringing her up beside him. To her surprise, he spooned against her backside and curled his arms around her, holding her against his hard body.
    The thick knot of his cock pushed against the crack in her ass as he held her. For a long time, she hoped he would slip his cock into her pussy from behind. He didn’t, and yes, she felt disappointed as his breathing slowed. She thought he’d fallen