Guilty Pleasures by Bertrice Small

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    “I think you could be a bad man,” she teased him.
    “I can,” he agreed. “You like bad?”
    “I don’t know,” Nina said slowly.
    “Then let’s just keep it simple for now,” he said as he began to kiss Nina again.
    She let him have his way, meeting him kiss for kiss for kiss until she felt she was going to melt with the heat their two bodies pressing together was generating. God, he felt so damned good against her. It was very different from the Channel, although she had to admit that having that pleasure was a godsend. But this was so much better. She sighed as his lips left hers and began a slow journey across her flesh.
    Damn! How long had it been since he had taken the time to enjoy a woman’s body? His sexual activity in Hollywood had been confined to very discreet high-priced call girls paid for by his wife’s studio. They were pretty and charming for the most part, but it had always been just sex. Nothing more. In New York he had allowed himself one or two dalliances, but he always knew the women involved were hoping to use him as a stepping-stone. Again it had just been about sex, and very discouraging. But with Nina there was something else. Yeah, there was going to be sex. But it was with a woman who seemed to actually like him and enjoy his company. She wanted nothing from him except perhaps his company. They were friends. And if it went well between them, they might even become what was called today “friends with benefits.”
    Her skin was smooth, and there was a slight floral fragrance to it. It wasn’t the skin of a young woman. While toned, there was a softness to it. He kissed and licked his way first across her full breasts, and then down her torso. The curls covering her mons were not quite the color of her hair, but then he’d already figured out that she did something to enhance her hair. Most women her age did.
    Nina wanted to scream. The kissing and the licking was just so delicious. Her breath caught in her throat as, kneeling between her spread thighs, he parted her labia lips and leaned forward to lick at her. “Ohhh!” The sound emerged from her tight throat. The sensation of his broad, flat tongue stroking her was mind-blowing. When he began to lick with the very tip of that tongue at her clit, she almost screamed.
    “You taste so damned good,” he groaned. “I just want to eat you up, brown eyes.”
    “I wouldn’t want to spoil your fun,” Nina managed to say. Oh! My! God! She was going to explode, she thought, as the small orgasm brought on by his tongue burst. “I want to make you feel good too,” she said, realizing she was being selfish.
    “Later,” he told her. “This first time is just for you, brown eyes.” He reached down and lifted his penis up, preparing to enter her.
    Nina almost wept at the sight of it. Long. Thick. The kind of cock every girl dreamed of but seldom got. Charlie had had an average dick, but Robert Talcott’s was just slightly beyond average. She almost moaned with her excitement.
    He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I want to talk dirty to you. Can I?”
    Nina looked straight into his blue eyes. “Fuck me!” she said.
    Robert Talcott laughed. “You betcha, brown eyes. I’m going to fuck you until you come screaming, and then I’m going to fuck you again with the same result.”
    “Promises, promises,” Nina taunted him. “ Fuck me! Oh, God!” she gasped as he pushed deep and hard into her. “Yes!” He was filling her, and she could feel every inch of him straining and stretching the walls of her vagina with his thick cock.
    He began to move upon her—at first with slow, deep strokes of his penis, again and again and again until Nina was half-conscious. Then he began to move on her with swift, hard thrusts, forcing her to her next orgasm as she screamed with pleasure. But he was a man of his word, and as soon as Nina came to herself again, she discovered that her lover was still hard within her. She looked