The Accidental Mistress by Sienna Mynx Page A

tongue with his own, slanting his
mouth over hers so no further objection could be heard. She was
naked under her robe; he assumed it would be so, probably thought
she planned it that way. Had she? Nothing made sense to her
anymore. Just raw heat and lust beyond anything she could
conceive.
    Zuri whimpered in frustration.
    "I know," he breathed. "I need it too," he
stammered, kissing her harder, snatching open the sash holding the
front of her robe open. He let his hands roam over the sides of her
thighs then under to cup both halves of her buttocks.
    Christophe rolled his hips and ground in his
erection. Zuri fought against her desire but not as hard as she
could. The truth was hard to deny. He felt good. He felt too damn
delicious. Zuri pushed at his shoulders to relieve the aching
pressure. He shifted her higher and released her mouth to capture
her left nipple. Arousal bloomed within her, radiating out to
tingle through all her limbs. Her lips softened. Her eyelids went
heavy. He licked, sucked, nibbled her areola until she was
creaming.
    I can't fight it anymore...
    Zuri squeezed her eyes
shut. Too much feeling and emotion came with her desire for this
man. She remembered bliss in the form of his thick veined cock and
the powerful ways he used it. Holding on, barely, she felt the
muscles in the back of her legs strain as they locked in around his
waist. He ran his tongue up from her breasts to her neck then began
to suck against her racing pulse. He lowered his zipper. No! No! No! Not again! Her mind screamed.
    Christophe chuckled, as if he heard her
mental cries for release. His cock breached her opening and eased
inside her, slower than she could bear. Instinctively she flexed
her hips and clenched her walls, drawing him in as she slid up and
down the wall on his upward turned cock. He set a rhythm and he had
all the control. What could she do but follow it? A moan started
low in her throat., It grew louder and more frantic until she
screamed out his name. She came hard, so hard she was dizzy for a
moment.
    "You want to be my mistress? Shall I fuck
you like one?"
    Zuri half heard, half understood, too much
sensation and heat had come over her to be sure.
    Christophe let her down, ripped the robe
free, of her and then moved her to the dresser. There he forced her
to face the mirror with her hands to the surface, him behind. "Is
this what you wanted?"
    Her throat closed. She couldn't answer. She
didn't know how to respond, because her body was still quaking with
the after shocks of her climax.
    Christophe dropped to his knees. He knelt
behind her and grabbed both halves of her ass cheeks, separating
them. Now his face was directly in front of her dripping, aching
pussy. He began to press tender kisses to the outer folds. Zuri
dropped her head and moaned. Involuntarily she shook her ass and
thrust it back to smash her pussy into his face for more. He had to
give her more! His nose brushed against her damp slit. "You smell
so fucking good woman," he spoke, and she barely heard him.
    Zuri gasped as he next devoured her pussy
with his mouth. Not a single inch of her sex escaped his mouth as
he slurped on her clit. The action drained all her inhibitions
away. He ate her pussy as if it would be his last supper on earth.
Her ass and pussy bucked back and up against his face, and his
wonderful tongue gave a full figure eight sweep of her pussy before
piercing her cunt. Zuri cried out, tossing her head back and
dipping her back. He then licked her from her quivering clit to her
anus. Her ass, thighs, knees all began to shake as she thought
she'd break. However, just as swiftly as it began it stopped. He
rose. Shaken and shocked, she managed to open her eyes and look at
him behind her in the mirror.
    Christophe gave her a wicked smirk and
dropped a hand to her shoulder. He shot his hips forward and went
in deep. Zuri lifted on her toes, but her feet were kicked apart.
Spread for him she dipped her back and pushed back. They did so