The Naughty Pleasures Bundle (Naughty Pleasures: Volume 1/Naughty Pleasures: Volume 2/Naughty Pleasures: Volume 3) by Abbie Cole Page B
Authors: Abbie Cole
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of heat and movements sweep us up and send them whizzing dizzily back down, it snatches our breath, pressing pleasure and yet more pleasure upon us, through us, one to the other, then back again.
The ultimate give-and-take, the epitome of sharing.
As I cling, my lips mold with his, my mouth all his, as is my body. I can feel Jonathan give himself up to this, to me, to what he now needs beyond all else.
This is what I had wanted today, this complete, unreserved giving. My legs, naked, wrapped around his hips, his hands on my skin, are able to touch and savor as he wishes. My body, slick, hot, all but molten, encloses him, clamps down as the swing descends, easing as it swings up again. Open and generous and his.
Again, and again, and again.
The powerful repetition for once beyond his control holds me captive, holding my senses in unparalleled delight. Until we fracture.
I shatter in his arms, my cry muted by our kiss; he follows, shooting his seed deep within. As the swing slows and I catch my breath, his arms hold me. My head falls forward against his chest. “Ohhh.”
The power that had flowed, briefly but so powerfully, that had so effortlessly fused us not just in this world but beyond it, is undeniable.
I drag in a breath; my lungs are still too tight. He nuzzles the curls around my ears and sets the swing in motion once again.
A shiver of ecstasy spirals through me. Eyes widen, I stare as his hands rise to close once again around my breasts. Inside, I feel him stir, strengthen, grow fatter with each sway of the swing.
Then he pushes harder. His fingers close tight around my nipples. My lids fall. “Good God!” My body responds eagerly to his expert touch.
Cupping my breasts gently in his large hands, I writhe in torment as his tongue swirls around my taut nipple. I arch my back into him pushing my breasts even more deeply into his mouth. His abrasive tongue rasps, licking until it is a hard, aching pebble.
“ Please, Jonathan.” I rock, moving onto my knees for more leverage. Warm heat slithers down my spine, liquid heat pools in my pussy.
He glances up, his eyes lock with mine, he grunts, thrusting his hips up, moving his cock deep in me at the same time pressing my breasts together while biting and tonguing my tightly furled nipples.
I gasp as his strong hands suddenly leave my breasts to grip my waist, assisting with the lifting and lowering of my body over his straining shaft. I pant, my clit throbs, the sensations of the trail of hair from his navel to his groin rub against my swollen nub enhancing the tremors of pleasure shooting through my body as his cock throbs inside of me.
A sob escapes my throat as I slam my pussy onto his cock taking him all the way inside. I can’t breathe deep enough, my breath burns in my lungs. “Fuck, Jonathan,” I can barely make out my own voice.
The friction of our heated bodies sizzles, as he fucks me, or as I fuck him is just like a match dropped on dry kindling. We have become a roaring inferno of lust.
My movements grow even more frantic as I ride him harder. His huge cock slides in and out of my hot body. Faster. Harder. Deeper. My breathing is sharp and fast.
With our sweat-slicked bodies pressing together, he bites down hard on my nipple and I cry out, shuddering with the thrust of his cock and the gentle rock of the swing as my orgasm slams into me.
I feel the small throaty vibration in his chest, he jerks, pulsing deeply into my pussy as he comes, my tight muscles milking him dry.
Every last drop!
THE ALLEY
“You get compliments all the time,” he said as we turned the corner onto another narrow, quiet street.
“Yes. But most don’t truly mean anything.” I stop to lean against a rough stone wall, my head tips back to look up at him with my bright green eyes. He towers over me, which I find exceedingly attractive. Big and bulky, extremely masculine and very easy on the eyes. “No one ever means what they say, not really.”
The ultimate give-and-take, the epitome of sharing.
As I cling, my lips mold with his, my mouth all his, as is my body. I can feel Jonathan give himself up to this, to me, to what he now needs beyond all else.
This is what I had wanted today, this complete, unreserved giving. My legs, naked, wrapped around his hips, his hands on my skin, are able to touch and savor as he wishes. My body, slick, hot, all but molten, encloses him, clamps down as the swing descends, easing as it swings up again. Open and generous and his.
Again, and again, and again.
The powerful repetition for once beyond his control holds me captive, holding my senses in unparalleled delight. Until we fracture.
I shatter in his arms, my cry muted by our kiss; he follows, shooting his seed deep within. As the swing slows and I catch my breath, his arms hold me. My head falls forward against his chest. “Ohhh.”
The power that had flowed, briefly but so powerfully, that had so effortlessly fused us not just in this world but beyond it, is undeniable.
I drag in a breath; my lungs are still too tight. He nuzzles the curls around my ears and sets the swing in motion once again.
A shiver of ecstasy spirals through me. Eyes widen, I stare as his hands rise to close once again around my breasts. Inside, I feel him stir, strengthen, grow fatter with each sway of the swing.
Then he pushes harder. His fingers close tight around my nipples. My lids fall. “Good God!” My body responds eagerly to his expert touch.
Cupping my breasts gently in his large hands, I writhe in torment as his tongue swirls around my taut nipple. I arch my back into him pushing my breasts even more deeply into his mouth. His abrasive tongue rasps, licking until it is a hard, aching pebble.
“ Please, Jonathan.” I rock, moving onto my knees for more leverage. Warm heat slithers down my spine, liquid heat pools in my pussy.
He glances up, his eyes lock with mine, he grunts, thrusting his hips up, moving his cock deep in me at the same time pressing my breasts together while biting and tonguing my tightly furled nipples.
I gasp as his strong hands suddenly leave my breasts to grip my waist, assisting with the lifting and lowering of my body over his straining shaft. I pant, my clit throbs, the sensations of the trail of hair from his navel to his groin rub against my swollen nub enhancing the tremors of pleasure shooting through my body as his cock throbs inside of me.
A sob escapes my throat as I slam my pussy onto his cock taking him all the way inside. I can’t breathe deep enough, my breath burns in my lungs. “Fuck, Jonathan,” I can barely make out my own voice.
The friction of our heated bodies sizzles, as he fucks me, or as I fuck him is just like a match dropped on dry kindling. We have become a roaring inferno of lust.
My movements grow even more frantic as I ride him harder. His huge cock slides in and out of my hot body. Faster. Harder. Deeper. My breathing is sharp and fast.
With our sweat-slicked bodies pressing together, he bites down hard on my nipple and I cry out, shuddering with the thrust of his cock and the gentle rock of the swing as my orgasm slams into me.
I feel the small throaty vibration in his chest, he jerks, pulsing deeply into my pussy as he comes, my tight muscles milking him dry.
Every last drop!
THE ALLEY
“You get compliments all the time,” he said as we turned the corner onto another narrow, quiet street.
“Yes. But most don’t truly mean anything.” I stop to lean against a rough stone wall, my head tips back to look up at him with my bright green eyes. He towers over me, which I find exceedingly attractive. Big and bulky, extremely masculine and very easy on the eyes. “No one ever means what they say, not really.”
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