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Howl at the Moon

 

 

 

 

 

 

By

LeTeisha Newton

Copyright © May 2013, LeTeisha Newton

Cover art by Fiona Jayde © May 2013

Formatting by Bob Houston eBook Formatting

 

Amira Press

Charlotte, NC 28227

www.amirapress.com

 

ISBN: 978-1-627620-03-1

 

No part of this e-book may be reproduced or shared by any electronic or mechanical means, including but not limited to printing, file sharing, and e-mail, without prior written permission from Amira Press.

Dedication

To my younger brother and sister Georgina and Gerard who keep growing up and making me feel old and yet so very proud of them. I love you guys.

To my little one. Words cannot express the love in my heart for you. Gabriel, continue to blow your horn.

To my hairdresser in the sky, Rubin, I miss you so much. I hope Coco and Aaron pay homage to all you taught me and make you smile up there. I wish you were here, cousin. I’m sure you know how much. You are my angel.

Chapter One

Tatiana felt like her body was on fire. For three years, she had watched Clyde from afar. She had memorized his six-foot-two frame, short, sandy hair, and piercing blue eyes. Fantasized about his touch and the pleasure it would bring. Always she had run from him, hid away where he couldn’t notice her. It was hard work, granted, as she was his executive assistant, but she’d learned to hide behind a professional mask and strict office etiquette. Now that he was touching her, even that had disappeared. He knelt before her, tie, shirt, and coat tossed away moments before, his hands bunched in her skirt, hiking it to her waist. His tongue flicked over her clit, and she shook above him, fingers burrowing into the strands of his hair.

“Yes, Clyde,” she moaned, pushing her pussy harder against his mouth. He ate at her flesh like a man starved. His eyes were closed in bliss, low rumbles carrying from his throat straight to her clit. She leaned back against the door he’d cornered her against when she’d come into his office and draped her leg over his shoulder.

“Good girl.” He chuckled before sucking her clit into his mouth. He let go of her hip, trailing his fingers over her garter before finding his way to her pussy. He grazed over her lips, heightening her senses before sinking into her depths. Two thick digits plunged into her with breathtaking speed. No fanfare. No waiting. Just blazing touch. She arched her back, riding him as his fingers fucked her and his mouth loved her. He stiffened his tongue to a point before rubbing over her clit. His fingers motioned “come here” inside her.

“God, yes, like that!” she cried.

She gripped him tighter to her body, her leg clinched around him. Her hips shifted up and down against him, rolling with each of his licks. His other hand left her hip, forcing her to balance on her toes as he deftly unbuttoned her shirt. The chic silk material slithered over her skin, the white stark against her bronzed flesh. She barely noticed when he unclasped the front of her bra and her breast spilled forth, until she felt the graze of her braids against a stiff nipple. She sucked in breath as he fondled her nipples with her hair, twirling the ends over her stiffened buds. The combination of him stimulating her breast, his tongue at her clit, and his fingers inside her pushed her closer to that precarious edge.

“No, not yet,” he whispered, pulling away from her. His cheeks shined with her juices, and she felt the flame of desire lick over her flesh. He was like a Viking god of old, kneeling between her legs with a sexy grin on his face. If the tent his cock made in his slacks was anything to go by, she would soon be a very happy girl.

“What?” He stood slowly, pressing against her bared flesh. His chest rubbed over her pussy to touch her stomach and then her tits. She had never wanted a man so badly in her life. Everything in her was screaming that he was hers. That this was right. That she had waited too long to taste him. Too long to feel him inside her. Three years. Three whole years she’d watched him and now she had him. Could touch him as she pleased.

“No,” she agreed, “not yet.” She ran her fingers over his stomach, noting the trembling she brought. Her darker flesh against his paler tone was mesmerizing. She took her time memorizing him, feeling him. He was like steel wrapped with silk. Hard, soft, and oh so right. She ran her fingers over his nipples, mimicking his teasing touches from before. He stood still and let her, never looking away from her face. She smiled up at him, too lost in the feel of him to feel embarrassed. Leaning forward, she rubbed her hair over him. Over his stomach, to his nipples, and back again. She worked his slacks open and then pushed them over his hips.

Damn…commando. A man after her heart, for sure.

His cock stood thick and firm, nearly red with excitement from her. One glistening pearl of precome beaded at the top, and there was no way she was going to let that go to waste. She bent forward, letting her hair hang until the tips played with his balls.

“Shit, Tatiana!” He gasped as her tongue glided over his crown. The musky flavor of him hit her senses like a shock. She twirled her tongue over the sensitive spot right under the back of his helmet before engulfing his cock. She sucked him down, sure to hollow out her cheeks and widen her jaw to ease his entry. He was big, broader than she could handle all the way down, but she would take all of him she could. The slope in his dick made him thicker at the base and the thought of him pushing into her pussy spurred her on. She didn’t go easy, she was too turned on to. She sucked on him to match the flame inside of her. She couldn’t let him go.

She could see him shining with every backward drag. He fisted her hair, gliding her faster over him and pumping his hips at the same time. She loosened her throat to take him deeper, letting him control the penetration so that she could enjoy his flavor. Precome leaked from him and she swallowed it down, careful not to drop a single bit. With one hand, she caressed his balls, holding them in a cupped fist and pulling them slightly away from his body. She didn’t want him coming anymore than he would let her.

“Two can play that game,” he groaned above her, leaning over her body. She started when his warm hands slipped over her bare ass, pulling the globes apart and sliding one finger down the crevice. It glided over the rosette of her ass, lingering there to play for a moment.

“Later,” he promised before continuing. With a gasp, she felt three digits sink into her pussy and scissor in and out of her, widening her. The sensitive tissue inside answered with a gush of fluid. She sucked him harder, wanting his body going as wild as hers. Even as his hips pumped rapidly into her mouth, she slammed back against his fingers.

“Faster,” she cried, pulling away from him and jerking him with one hand. She reached back with the other to pull her ass farther apart for him to reach.

“Damn, there was a sex kitten hidden here all along.” He chuckled. “As my lady wishes.” Instead of doing what she thought he would, he guided her mouth back to his cock with his fist and pumped faster into her mouth.

“Lie back.” Never taking his cock from her mouth, he helped her maneuver until she was on her knees. He then pushed her back until she lay on the ground. He turned and straddled her face, his chest toward her stomach, pumping into her, shifting her head back more to go down her throat.

“Still want it faster?” She couldn’t answer, but he knew that. She was at his mercy as he moved in and out of her throat. Finally, finally she had him. Felt him. Tasted him. For this space in time, he was hers.

“I have to be inside you,” he groaned, pulling out of her mouth. He lay above her and captured her mouth with his. She could taste their combined flavors in his mouth, loved it, and sucked his tongue.

“Yes, inside.” She moaned the words into him. He held her tight, wrapping his arms around her and shifting his hips to align his cock with her opening. He nipped her bottom lip as he sank into her. She turned her head and bit his shoulder, screaming into his flesh as he pumped. Her tender tissues could barely stand it, but pleasure was like a sickness in her blood. She wanted more, wanted him harder, and wanted him faster.

She gripped his ass, pulling him tighter to her. He gripped her harder, crashing his body into hers over and over again. She held on with all her might, feeling her insides ripple as her climax came closer and closer.

“Not yet, baby, hold on. Hold on,” he told her, lifting her leg up and out. The penetration deepened then, pulling at her insides like a jackhammer. He was sinking so far, melding into her. She couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything but hold on for the ride. He pushed into her harder, not letting her ease out of the ride.

She loved this man. Knew that, to the bottom of her soul, what she wanted was to have him forever. What she didn’t know is if he felt the same. This moment in time could be a fluke. If it was, it would have to last a lifetime for her. Be enough to be her memory at night.

“Make it last. I don’t want to let go yet,” she whispered into his flesh. He groaned over her, lifting her leg higher and digging into her. His hips jackknifed into her faster and faster until her world imploded around her. She became deaf, blind, and lost to the world.

“Yes!” she cried, shattering into oblivion as he followed her. Hot come shot into her as he groaned over her.

“Damn, T, we should’ve done this earlier.”

In the silence left after that comment, what she had done crashed down around her. She had just slept with her boss. Yes, she had pinned over him for years, but to actually be stupid enough to lay with him was the silliest thing she had ever done in her life. He hadn’t said he loved her. He hadn’t said he was so happy he finally had her. He only said they “should’ve done this earlier.” Now, every time she saw him it would be awkward between them. Or, at the very least, he would expect that they would be continuing this little office rendezvous until he got tired of her.

What an idiot!

“Let me up,” she said, pushing at his shoulders.

“What? T…” he began.

She groaned. He only started called her T in the last couple of months of her working for him. The changeover had made her feel like maybe they were getting closer. Passed just working together. Now she thought it was more of a friendly thing and her mind had just taken off farther than it should have.

“I’ve got work to do, Mr. Mansil,” she responded and then wanted to kick herself. Calling him Mr. Mansil as she stood up, his essence still inside of her, and buttoned her shirt, was insane.

“Mr.…Are you serious?” There went the eyebrow and the sharp voice. The same he used in the boardroom when something hadn’t gone right.

“Yes, this…this wasn’t…” she started, flicking her hands in frustration. She couldn’t finish. Instead, she turned and left the room. She could hear him calling after her but didn’t stop. She moved passed her assistant down the hall, making sure to not look at her, and right to the elevator. There was no way that the other woman hadn’t heard her wailing her frickin’ head off in there. Her face was on fire. She had to have been crazy to think she could have slept with Clyde Mansil, millionaire owner of Mansil Enterprises.

His usual type was models and perfect women who made her cringe with envy. She was a very healthy size fourteen, and she wasn’t going to get any smaller in her life. Her braids made no comparison to long, flowing tresses. Nor did her darker skin begin to compare to the dewy softness of Clyde’s usual type. She must have been crazy and a glutton for punishment.

Jamming the button to the elevator, she rushed in when the doors opened, and pushed the door-close button as quickly as possible. As soon as they shut, she leaned against the wall, tears already beginning to fall. She didn’t even know how it happened. One minute she was entering the office to take notes on his conference call, the next she had made a comment about not thinking he could kiss. Stupid of her, but when he asked her if kissing should be on the first date, after a challenge from his vice president, she blurted the first thing that came to mind. Clyde had stared at her as his VPO had hung up the phone with that same damn eyebrow up in the air. She’d remained wisely silent but hadn’t left. Second mistake in that situation. When he stalked her around his desk, she’d sat motionless, mistake number three. The worst of all, she’d let him back her into the door and kiss her into the next world. What came next she still couldn’t comprehend.

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