Taming Blake (A New Adult Romance): The Complete Trilogy by Charlotte Eve
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whimpered, raising herself up on her haunches, closing her gooey lips greedily around the swollen head of his cock. And as Blake came, he kept me pinned in his steely gaze.
I wasn’t far behind, feeling that unmistakable electric rush building first in my tummy and then quickly flashing outwards, all around my trembling, shivering body.
With a whimper and a shudder, I felt myself spasm, my pussy clenching around the fingers I’d buried deep inside it, my eyes closing and a long animal moan escaping my lips …
§
“Where to honey?” the taxi driver asked a little later.
As I slid myself into the backseat and told him the address to my apartment, I wondered if he had any idea what I’d just been doing, where I’d just come from. Could he tell, just by looking at my face? Or did I simply look like any young girl, who had been out for the night with friends?
I kicked off my heels.
Thank God.
As I rubbed my aching feet, I smiled to myself at the realization that, contrary to what I’d thought as I’d got ready this evening, they were practically the only part of my outfit I’d managed to keep on.
I couldn’t believe what I’d done, what I’d seen.
The memories came back in flashes: skin, silk, nipples, sweat ...
Blake wasn’t kidding, there really was a side to him I knew nothing about. But then again, maybe I had sensed it. After all, hadn’t my fantasies all been about him being so in control, so dominant, so sexual?
As the taxi drew closer and closer to my apartment, I looked out of the wet black streets of Brooklyn, realizing that part of me had changed that night, had perhaps in fact grown-up.
But I didn’t feel soiled or dirty ...
I felt open, changed ... brand new .
§
It was well after 2 a.m. when I finally returned to the apartment. I felt glad that Greg was still out at work for another hour or so yet. As I looked at his empty side of the bed, rumpled and unmade, at his possessions, and at the little life we’d made together, I felt the guilt begin to descend on me.
I ran the shower, pulled off my dress, stepped out of my panties, and then just stood there for an eternity beneath the water.
What is happening to me?
Is what I did done so wrong?
Of course Greg would think so.
But at the same time, I’d felt more alive in that moment in the club than in the whole last year of our relationship.
And as the warm water ran over my body, I softly began to cry.
CHAPTER NINE
I woke the following morning and for a brief moment I was still enveloped in a blissful innocence, before the memories of last night came flooding back. I turned in bed, feeling the warm heaviness of Greg’s sleeping body next to mine. And I pushed myself hungrily against him, my fingers running through the curls of his chest hair, my leg curling around his as I began to softly grind myself against him.
“Hey,” Greg murmured, his voice soft, his eyes still fuzzy and half-asleep.
“Hey,” I replied in an urgent whisper, first kissing his neck, then climbing up on top of him as I worked my kisses downwards, over his chest, his stomach and then further down, taking his already-hard cock in my mouth, closing my eyes as I sucked him with an unusual ferocity. I felt his hands move into my hair and his thighs tense up as his own desires awakened too. I pulled him from my mouth then thrust myself upwards, eager to kiss him again, to force my tongue hard into his mouth.
I could tell he found my energy unusual, but he responded as much as he could, matching my eager kisses with slower softer ones of his own, his cock hot and hard and twitching between us. He began guiding it between my legs, but I reached down and stopped him.
“No,” I whispered, pulling away from him, then turning around, positioning myself on all-fours, offering myself to him that way — a position I never normally took, thinking it too degrading, too animal … “Like this.”
I arched my back, thrusting my ass towards
I wasn’t far behind, feeling that unmistakable electric rush building first in my tummy and then quickly flashing outwards, all around my trembling, shivering body.
With a whimper and a shudder, I felt myself spasm, my pussy clenching around the fingers I’d buried deep inside it, my eyes closing and a long animal moan escaping my lips …
§
“Where to honey?” the taxi driver asked a little later.
As I slid myself into the backseat and told him the address to my apartment, I wondered if he had any idea what I’d just been doing, where I’d just come from. Could he tell, just by looking at my face? Or did I simply look like any young girl, who had been out for the night with friends?
I kicked off my heels.
Thank God.
As I rubbed my aching feet, I smiled to myself at the realization that, contrary to what I’d thought as I’d got ready this evening, they were practically the only part of my outfit I’d managed to keep on.
I couldn’t believe what I’d done, what I’d seen.
The memories came back in flashes: skin, silk, nipples, sweat ...
Blake wasn’t kidding, there really was a side to him I knew nothing about. But then again, maybe I had sensed it. After all, hadn’t my fantasies all been about him being so in control, so dominant, so sexual?
As the taxi drew closer and closer to my apartment, I looked out of the wet black streets of Brooklyn, realizing that part of me had changed that night, had perhaps in fact grown-up.
But I didn’t feel soiled or dirty ...
I felt open, changed ... brand new .
§
It was well after 2 a.m. when I finally returned to the apartment. I felt glad that Greg was still out at work for another hour or so yet. As I looked at his empty side of the bed, rumpled and unmade, at his possessions, and at the little life we’d made together, I felt the guilt begin to descend on me.
I ran the shower, pulled off my dress, stepped out of my panties, and then just stood there for an eternity beneath the water.
What is happening to me?
Is what I did done so wrong?
Of course Greg would think so.
But at the same time, I’d felt more alive in that moment in the club than in the whole last year of our relationship.
And as the warm water ran over my body, I softly began to cry.
CHAPTER NINE
I woke the following morning and for a brief moment I was still enveloped in a blissful innocence, before the memories of last night came flooding back. I turned in bed, feeling the warm heaviness of Greg’s sleeping body next to mine. And I pushed myself hungrily against him, my fingers running through the curls of his chest hair, my leg curling around his as I began to softly grind myself against him.
“Hey,” Greg murmured, his voice soft, his eyes still fuzzy and half-asleep.
“Hey,” I replied in an urgent whisper, first kissing his neck, then climbing up on top of him as I worked my kisses downwards, over his chest, his stomach and then further down, taking his already-hard cock in my mouth, closing my eyes as I sucked him with an unusual ferocity. I felt his hands move into my hair and his thighs tense up as his own desires awakened too. I pulled him from my mouth then thrust myself upwards, eager to kiss him again, to force my tongue hard into his mouth.
I could tell he found my energy unusual, but he responded as much as he could, matching my eager kisses with slower softer ones of his own, his cock hot and hard and twitching between us. He began guiding it between my legs, but I reached down and stopped him.
“No,” I whispered, pulling away from him, then turning around, positioning myself on all-fours, offering myself to him that way — a position I never normally took, thinking it too degrading, too animal … “Like this.”
I arched my back, thrusting my ass towards
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