It Stings So Sweet by Stephanie Draven Page A

feeling of fullness.
    “Good god, woman, I love the way you move your hips,” Teddy says, while I perform for him.
    Pretend that I’m making you take him deeper. Trapping you between us so you’ve got nowhere togo but where I tell you to.
    I work myself on his cock, but get only halfway down the shaft.I hold back; I tease. This is usually as far as I can take him, and it’s usually enough to bring Teddyoff. In fact, I’m near the edge now myself. His thickness presses deliciously in every direction.
    Pretend that I’m pushing you to see how much you can take.
    I want more. Tonight, I wantto take my lover deeper. Letting gravity pull me down, I fill myself. His big throbbing erection stretchesme to the limit. “Oh god, you’re so big . . . ,” I moan, but it isn’t a complaint.
    Teddy’sred in the face with arousal, his hips making awkward little jerks off the sofa. He palms my ass cheeksas he looks down between us. His voice is husky. “Do you think you can take it?”
    It’s a matterof pride now. “Yes. I want it all.”
    My words force a shudder of arousal from him, his eyessuddenly burning with lust. I worry that he’ll finish too fast. Instead, he flips me onto my back. Igrab the arm of the sofa for balance as the big man rouses himself to pump into me. He’s not used tothis kind of work and the sweat beads on his brow, but he’s like a man possessed. I won’t deny him.God, I don’t
want
to deny him.
    He uses his tool to open me and I cry out. Again and again,I’m impaled until the pain melts into pleasure. I’m stretched so wide now that he’s gliding in and outof my pussy with ease. I look down between us, quivering with the thought that his belly might touchmine. He’s fucking me with a strange jerking rhythm, as if he were afraid I’ll ask him to stop atany moment. But he can’t stop. Not now. “Please take it all, Clara . . .”
    The start of hisorgasm robs him of all self-control and he slams home.
    I scream fearing that he’s torn me intwo, but when I feel his thatch of pubic hair wet against mine, when I feel it scratch my thighs,and the press of his sweaty belly against my own, joined together so tightly that we’d have to be priedapart . . . my screams turn into something else. I’ve done it. I’ve taken all of him and the filthysatisfaction with myself makes me come.
    It’s going to drive you right over the edge.
    I don’t care that I owe it to Leo Vanderberg; I’ve never been one to turn down a free gift.
    I clutch at my lover while waves of orgasm wash over me, my muscles contracting then giving out withfatigue. I’m aware of Teddy grunting over me, driving his seed into me with wild strokes and spasms.We’re locked together for several minutes afterward, until he’s soft enough to withdraw from my achingbody.
    He grunts, then pants, rolling to the side to stroke my hair with unexpected tenderness.“If I weren’t already married, Clara, I’d be down on one knee.”
    “Horsefeathers,” I pant. “Wouldn’tyou rather marry a nice girl?”
    “You
are
a nice girl, Clara. You just don’t want anyone to knowit.”
    “Don’t be sweet.” I give his shoulders an affectionate squeeze as I’m fonder of him thanI’d ever admit.
    Which means it might be time for me to start thinking about moving on.

CHAPTER
    Two
    “
Whore
.” She spits at me.
    Taking a deep breath,I root around in my pocketbook for a handkerchief, then wipe the spittle from where it landed on myarm. Then, so as not to frighten her, I smile. “Are you feeling any better?”
    Her heavy metalchair slides against the cement floor. “Don’t sit there and pretend you can’t hear me, girl. I knowwhat you are.”
    I tuck the cloth back into my purse, smooth the long wool skirt over my legs,then squint into the sun streaming in from the high window, watching the dancing specks of dust shethinks are angels. “Are you sleeping? Last time I asked your doctors, you weren’t sleeping.”
    “We have her