A Wifey for the Bad Boy(156)

“Easier access,” he said, his voice going raspy and sexy. Jan unbuttoned him with deft hands, stroking her hand over his length. She kissed the head, sucking it into her mouth with just the right amount of suction to drive him crazy. It had been amazing learning all of his hot spots, the way he groaned when she bit lightly under the head, and the way he loved it when she ran her fingers over his balls, and sometimes even over the ridge that ran further back. And he was just as good, learning the exact pressure that drove her crazy when he licked her pussy, his tongue pressing into her G-spot as if he had a map telling him every one of her hot spots.

The small things turned Keith on and Jan loved giving him all the satisfaction she could muster, sometimes getting him off three or four times in a night. There was a wealth of power there, a give and take that she found utterly amazing. She wouldn’t have it--or him--any other way.

“How ‘bout we wait on this one, Jan,” Keith said, lightly tugging on her hair. “I need to be buried inside your pussy.”

“Oh god, please!” It was a Pavlovian reaction to be sure, but her entire body came alive at those words, her pussy moistening, her nipples tightening. Sucking his cock was amazing in and of itself, but when he combined that with the promise of a deep, hard fuck while her mouth was on him, that was all sorts of incredible.

“Then maybe later I can fuck your breasts and you can swallow.”

“I always swallow,” she told him with a wink. She loved it when he fucked her breasts, her generous tits holding him secure, his pre-cum lubricating his way. And when he got close and looked down at her, the electricity in his eyes was enough to make her come just from pleasing him.

Jan patted his cock gently and stood before leading him into the bedroom, her hand wrapped around his hot length. He loved this as much as she did, and his panting, ragged breaths tore through the hallway, and then their bedroom. She squeezed and pumped him a few times, assuring them both that he would be kept on the edge as long as possible. While slow, lazy fucks had their place, she enjoyed the faster, harder ones the most, when he slammed himself inside her and owned her every reaction. Their give and take of power was so seamless, so perfect.

So beautiful.

Jan pulled off her tee shirt and shorts, spreading herself wide on the bed. His cock bobbed as Keith yanked his jeans and shoes off, then pulled his shirt off quickly, then stood in front of her, regarding her . They were at their best in these moments, completely attuned. It was as if they’d been lovers forever, rather than this short time.

“Fuck me please, Keith. I need you.”

She had an overwhelming physical ache for him to shove his way inside her, to fuck her as she wanted to be fucked. Nobody else could compare to him, the sensations and emotions he aroused in her.

When Keith slid home, Jan cried out, her pussy walls clenching down on him. At first, she’d worried that this reaction was too painful for him, but he’d repeatedly assured her that it was okay, that he liked it as much as she did. That they were whole together and the fact that she wanted to hold him inside was a beautiful thing.

Keith started rocking, using just the right amount of forceful jabs and deep long drawn out strokes, to relentlessly careen her toward the edge. She nipped at his throat, eyes drifting over the pattern of small bruises there. She really should stop marking him, but she couldn’t resist.

“Jan, please!”

And it didn’t hurt that his neck was as sensitive as his cock.

Jan shifted, arching her back and then wrapping her legs around him so that they moved as one. They were complete. Jan didn’t need anything more than this.

“Come with me, Jan!” Keith cried out, his body shaking under her. This big, strong man was reduced to putty in her hands, while she controlled and demanded his reactions.

It was a beautiful thing and Jan didn’t need anything more.

Okay, maybe she did need just a little more. More sex, more love. More Keith.

The love of her life.

THE END





Tangled with the Twins





Tangled with the Twins



Chapter 1

A flashback of memories warmed Ronda’s heart as the rain trickled down the glass pane of her spacious living room. The night reminded her of a similar night, not so long ago. Three years, was it? Or was it four years back? The time period did not matter. It seemed like it was just yesterday that Ronda and the boys had spent the night of their lives. It was beautiful. The night was dark and sensuous. The three friends were in an Eden of their own. They celebrated their virile youth that night. They celebrated love. They celebrated passion. But above all, they celebrated forbidden freedom.

Ronda Jenkins was the neighborhood belle. She was the dream girl of many a man and the object of admirable envy to the women folk. She was a poet’s muse with her cascading brown curly hair that shone like a field of chestnuts in the gleaming afternoon summer sun. Her hair framed her face like a pretty picture. Her red luscious lips had stolen many hearts and brightened the dreams of quite a few women and men. Ronda was not one of those girls who tried everything under the sun to achieve a size zero. She was rather comfortable with her buxom curvaceous figure. The boys of the literature class in high school had secretly nicknamed her Demeter, the fertility goddess.