The Bad Boys of Eden by Sharon Page, Eliza Gayle, Cathryn Fox, Opal Carew, Mari Carr, Adriana Hunter, Avery Aster, Steena Holmes, Roni Loren, Daire St. Denis Page A
Authors: Sharon Page, Eliza Gayle, Cathryn Fox, Opal Carew, Mari Carr, Adriana Hunter, Avery Aster, Steena Holmes, Roni Loren, Daire St. Denis
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her nipples spiking into his palms. Then his hands slipped away and he pulled down her bathing suit bottoms. His rock-hard cock pushed between her legs, then nudged against her intimate folds.
Then he drove deep, filling her to the hilt. She gasped at the sudden invasion.
“You are so fucking hot and wet. I am going to come in two seconds flat.”
He found her breasts again and squeezed as he pulled back, then drove deep again.
“Do you want to join me?”
But she knew if he came now, she wouldn’t find her release. Without him touching her clit, or paying attention to her needs, the rising pleasure in her would just fizzle.
He groaned, then she felt his hot seed erupt inside her.
Oh, God, she wanted to come right now. As he pumped into her, she pushed her hand between her legs and found her clit, then strummed it. His groans of release and the feel of his big cock filling her again and again, paired with the burst of intense sensations erupting from her clit, sent pleasure swelling through her. He thrust even deeper and she began to moan as an orgasm exploded through her.
Her groans matched his as they rode the wave together. He kept pumping and she gasped, her hand wrapping around his on her right breast, squeezing with him as she moaned her release.
Finally, the pleasure ebbed and they collapsed on the table, his solid chest on her back, crushing her against the hard surface. Within seconds, he drew her up and fell into the chair, pulling her onto his lap. He said nothing, just stroked her hair, holding her tightly to his chest.
She had never experienced anything like that. She’d had to trigger her own orgasm, but it would have been shallow and empty without his big cock driving into her.
And she knew instinctively that, despite his words, if he’d wanted to, he could have held off his own pleasure and given her an orgasm. But he’d given that control to her.
Chapter Eight
“So what are you afraid of,” Marissa asked as she obediently cleared the table of their breakfast dishes.
He glanced at her over the book he was reading. “Why do you think I’m afraid of anything?”
She shrugged. “Because you’re alive.” She picked up his plate and water glass, then glanced at his angular, yet handsome face, and the hard glint in his dark eyes as he stared back at her. “Because of the haunted look in your eyes.”
She carried the dishes to the tiled counter and put them down.
“You know, for a slave, you talk too much.”
She shrugged. “You keep asking me the question. I just wondered if you’ve examined your own life.
He pushed himself to his feet and walked into the next room, then returned a moment later.
“I’d like to read my book while I finish my coffee, so I’m going to insist on a little quiet.”
He had what looked like a leather collar in his hand as he walked to her while she stood filling the sink with soapy water. He turned off the taps and leaned his hip against the counter beside her and held up the leather strap.
“See this?” He pointed to what looked like a short cock, with a bulbous shape just like a real cockhead on the top. “Pretend this is my cock. Now open your mouth.”
She opened and he pushed the head into her mouth, then he wrapped the strap around her face and fastened it with a snapping sound at the back. He tightened it until it was snuggly in place.
“This isn’t just an ordinary gag.”
Besides the fact it holds a cock in my mouth, he means?
“The cock has sensors and will register pleasant things you do. If you stroke and suck it just right, it will essentially come.”
Her eyes widened. Would it squirt some kind of liquid in her mouth?
He nodded. “Yes, you’ll know when it happens.” Then his lips turned up in a smile. “And so will I.” He pushed away from the counter and turned the taps back on, sending a steady flow of water into the sink. “If you make it come
Then he drove deep, filling her to the hilt. She gasped at the sudden invasion.
“You are so fucking hot and wet. I am going to come in two seconds flat.”
He found her breasts again and squeezed as he pulled back, then drove deep again.
“Do you want to join me?”
But she knew if he came now, she wouldn’t find her release. Without him touching her clit, or paying attention to her needs, the rising pleasure in her would just fizzle.
He groaned, then she felt his hot seed erupt inside her.
Oh, God, she wanted to come right now. As he pumped into her, she pushed her hand between her legs and found her clit, then strummed it. His groans of release and the feel of his big cock filling her again and again, paired with the burst of intense sensations erupting from her clit, sent pleasure swelling through her. He thrust even deeper and she began to moan as an orgasm exploded through her.
Her groans matched his as they rode the wave together. He kept pumping and she gasped, her hand wrapping around his on her right breast, squeezing with him as she moaned her release.
Finally, the pleasure ebbed and they collapsed on the table, his solid chest on her back, crushing her against the hard surface. Within seconds, he drew her up and fell into the chair, pulling her onto his lap. He said nothing, just stroked her hair, holding her tightly to his chest.
She had never experienced anything like that. She’d had to trigger her own orgasm, but it would have been shallow and empty without his big cock driving into her.
And she knew instinctively that, despite his words, if he’d wanted to, he could have held off his own pleasure and given her an orgasm. But he’d given that control to her.
Chapter Eight
“So what are you afraid of,” Marissa asked as she obediently cleared the table of their breakfast dishes.
He glanced at her over the book he was reading. “Why do you think I’m afraid of anything?”
She shrugged. “Because you’re alive.” She picked up his plate and water glass, then glanced at his angular, yet handsome face, and the hard glint in his dark eyes as he stared back at her. “Because of the haunted look in your eyes.”
She carried the dishes to the tiled counter and put them down.
“You know, for a slave, you talk too much.”
She shrugged. “You keep asking me the question. I just wondered if you’ve examined your own life.
He pushed himself to his feet and walked into the next room, then returned a moment later.
“I’d like to read my book while I finish my coffee, so I’m going to insist on a little quiet.”
He had what looked like a leather collar in his hand as he walked to her while she stood filling the sink with soapy water. He turned off the taps and leaned his hip against the counter beside her and held up the leather strap.
“See this?” He pointed to what looked like a short cock, with a bulbous shape just like a real cockhead on the top. “Pretend this is my cock. Now open your mouth.”
She opened and he pushed the head into her mouth, then he wrapped the strap around her face and fastened it with a snapping sound at the back. He tightened it until it was snuggly in place.
“This isn’t just an ordinary gag.”
Besides the fact it holds a cock in my mouth, he means?
“The cock has sensors and will register pleasant things you do. If you stroke and suck it just right, it will essentially come.”
Her eyes widened. Would it squirt some kind of liquid in her mouth?
He nodded. “Yes, you’ll know when it happens.” Then his lips turned up in a smile. “And so will I.” He pushed away from the counter and turned the taps back on, sending a steady flow of water into the sink. “If you make it come
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