Authors: Deanndra Hall
Unforgettable You (33 page)
Her eyes are closed, her lips slightly parted, her hands gripping my biceps, and I’m enthralled, watching her being satisfied this way. And just when I think she’s flying and knows absolutely nothing that’s going on, she groans out, “Oh, god, thank you, Sir. Thank you for this fucking, Sir. Oh, god, fuck me, Sir.” In that moment, I know that this is my woman. Doesn’t matter who’s fucking her, who’s touching her, she’s going home with
me
. She belongs to
me
. She’s handed her body over for my pleasure, and I’m giving it back to her. I’m the guy she wants. I’m the guy she needs.
I’m the guy she loves. I smile, then say, “Ready, Dave?”
“Hell yeah.”
“Okay then.” I give her lips a gentle kiss and call out, “Let’s make her fly.”
“Steffen?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Did we pack Joey’s toothbrush?”
I laugh right out loud. “You’re lying here with two huge cocks in you and you’re worried about Joey’s toothbrush? Hey, Dave.”
He snickers. “Yeah, bud?”
“You know we’re real motherfuckers now, right?”
“How’s that?”
“Because we just fucked a bona fide mother. So I guess that makes us . . .”
“Crazy. You’re fucking crazy. Sheila, baby,” he laughs and kisses her shoulder, “your ass is the tightest thing I’ve ever been in. Thanks for a great ride. I’d love to do this again sometime, precious.”
“Thank you, Dave. That was incredible.”
“You’re welcome, baby. I’m going to clean up and dress. Stay as long as you like. And girl, let me give you some advice.”
“Yeah?”
“Quit worrying about a toothbrush and fuck your master. He’s a guy and guys need that. Don’t worry about the kids. Clint and Trish have everything under control.”
“Okay, okay. Thanks.”
I turn my head toward Dave as he opens the door. “Thanks, bud. It was fun.”
“Anytime, man, anytime.” He closes the door and I hear his boots walking away.
“Well? How was it?”
“Like I said, it was incredible. The only way it could’ve been more incredible would’ve been if there was a guy available to fuck my face.”
I can’t help the groan that shoots out of my mouth. “You’re not serious!”
“Well, yeah, I am. We should try that sometime.” While her soft fingers meander through the hair on my chest, she smiles. “But I wish I could clone you so every cock in me was yours. That would make me really happy.”
“Aw, thanks. I think. How weird.”
The sound of her laughter fills the room. “You’re welcome. Steffen, why did you decide to do this? I thought you didn’t share?”
I don’t quite know how to explain it, so I think for a minute or two before I say, “I never shared before because I was afraid whoever I was with would be taken away from me by the other guy. But now? I know you’re not leaving. It doesn’t worry me. And I knew it was something you wanted to try, so why not? I trust Dave, and I was right to. And you got to experience something new.” I stop for just a second before I ask, “And will you be wanting to do it again?”
Her fingers trail back and forth across my chest, pausing from side to side to ring a nipple before crossing over again. “Hmmmm. I’m not sure. Not anytime soon, I don’t think. That’ll do me for awhile!” She laughs when I pinch her nipple. “Now,” she says, pushing me back into the bed and rolling me to face upward, “I plan to suck that cock of yours until you can’t take it anymore.” I close my eyes as she leans into my face to kiss me, and she grabs my hands and pulls them upward. When they meet above my head, she drops them and, quick as a flash, I realize she’s just cuffed me to the headboard.
“What the hell?” I practically scream. “Sheila, what do you think you’re doing?”
That grin and the way she licks her lips sends a red-hot jolt of sexual current through me. “I’m going to have you begging me to stop. But I won’t. No safeword for you, Sir. Not tonight.” I want to protest, but she trails her tongue down my chest, my abs, and down the inside of my right thigh, then circles back up and strokes straight up the length of my dick. Her mouth engulfs me. Before I can stop, I’ve filled her throat with cum and she’s not stopping, not even slowing down.
It’s too much, and I’m crazed and fighting the handcuffs. I manage to choke out, “Oh, god, baby, stop! I can’t take it, please, stop! Sheila, oh, god, baby, no more! No more!” But she ignores me and keeps going, and the pressure and pain are just too much as everything in me readies to explode again. I think about throwing my legs around her and rolling her off of me, but then I think better of it. She wants to drive me crazy by sucking me off until I’m screaming.
Who on earth would turn that down?
Not this guy. Uh-uh. No way.
Deanndra Hall lives in far western Kentucky with her partner of 30+ years and three crazy little dogs. She spent years writing advertising copy, marketing materials, educational texts, and business correspondence, and designing business forms and doing graphics design. After reading a very popular erotic romance book, her partner said, “You can write better than this!” She decided to try her hand at a novel. In the process, she fell in love with her funny, smart, loving, sexy characters and the things they got into, and the novel became the Love Under Construction series.
Deanndra enjoys all kinds of music, kayaking, working out at the local gym, reading, and spending time with friends and family, as well as working in the fiber and textile arts. And chocolate’s always high on her list of favorite things!
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Here’s a sneak peek
from the next book
in the
Me, You, and Us
series,
Incredible Us
“W
ow! What happened to you? You’re almost glowing. Are you pregnant?” Ben’s trying to be a smartass, and I know it.
“No. I just got spectacularly laid last night, that’s all.”
He laughs. “Happy birthday bang, huh?”
“You know it. Big, happy, awesome bang. Double bang. Man, I hurt all over. It’s been a long time since I’ve gotten and given a fucking that was that aggressive.”
Now Ben really laughs at me. “Getting too old?”
“Fuck you!” I throw a towel at him and he ducks and laughs at me. “You’d better find somebody before you’re too old to cut the mustard!”
“I already said fuck you or I’d say fuck you,” I play-snarl. Once he’s finished with the beer delivery, I look around.
How pathetic. I live in a damn BDSM club. Why does everyone keep telling me, “when you find someone, when you find someone, when you find someone . . .?” Not gonna happen.
Then Melina walks in. God, that woman’s something. “Hey, darlin’, what brings you here?”
She grins. “Got anybody you think would like to be in a film?”
“Can old guys do that?”
She gives me the once-over. “That old guy standing in front of me right now? Hell yeah. I’ll do him on camera anytime.”
Oh, god, I want to do that. But Clint would kill me. I can hear him now: “Dad, what the hell are you thinking? Porn? Really?” And he’d be right. But it would be so much fun, I think. At least with Melina it would. “So, is this a bondage film, or punishment, or what?”
“Whatever it turns out to be. But you know me – I like it rough.” With that, she licks her lips and all I can think about is undressing her with my teeth. Yum. Yes. I do know what she means. I’ve topped her about, hell, I don’t know, eighty times? I remember watching her as I fucked her one night, watching the way she was taking it and playing into it. I wondered if she’d ever make this leap, and she did. She loves it, being in front of the camera, showing off her body, performing any and every sexual act she can think of. It just comes naturally to her. There was one night when she put a pair of clover clamps on herself and walked around out in the commons area. Any time a guy grabbed them and pulled the chain to him, she’d drop to her knees and suck him off right there. Porn is just second nature for her.
“Yes. I remember that you like it rough. Would you like it rough right now?” I just have to ask.
To my surprise, she says, “With you? Right now? Hell yeah, Amazing Adams. Let’s get it on.” And she drops her clothes right there. I mean, it’s just a tiny little slip of a dress, but she’s naked underneath, and now she’s naked all over. By the time she makes the ten steps toward me, my cock is already popping my zipper. There’s no foreplay; there’s no warm-up. There’s no fondling or kissing or any of that stuff. She just looks me right in the eye, throws one leg up and over my hip, and thrusts her pelvis toward me. That’s all it takes. I slide in like a saber into its sheath, and in ten seconds we’re fucking like rabbits.
I’m pretty sure I get more pussy than any other guy my age that I’ve ever known or heard of. Except maybe Hugh Hefner, even though I kinda think I probably get more action than he does. And, by damn, it’s fun. My finger finds her control button and I pinch hard to initiate liftoff. And away she goes. When she does, she takes me with her, and we fly into our climaxes simultaneously. She takes my breath away, and apparently I do the same for her. “Damn, Dave, you fuck like a twenty year old.”
“And when was the last time you fucked a twenty year old?” I laugh as I grip her waist, and I plant a kiss on her nose.
“Um, last week.” Why did I even bother asking that question? I could’ve guessed the answer. I’m trying to tuck myself back into my jeans, but she says, “Here. Let me do that. I’ll clean you up good.” With that she drops to her knees.
Oh. My. God. “Girl, did you go to college to learn to do that? Because if you didn’t graduate from BJU, you should have. You should get an honorary hummer doctorate. Fuck, girl.” I didn’t think I could get that hard again that fast, but apparently she knows the secret of the powerful erection. No little blue pills needed. To say she makes short work of me is an understatement. I don’t think I’ve ever lost control that fast before, but I do – I really do. When she finishes licking up everything she might’ve missed the first time, she tucks my limp dick back into my jeans and zips me up carefully. Then she stands and cups my chin in her soft palm.
“Dave, if I were the marrying kind, I’d be all over you like lube on a strap-on, but you know that’s never going to happen. I like fucking around way too much.” Melina laughs about it, but I know she means every word she just said.
“I know, baby. You don’t need to be tied down. Do your thing. Thanks for the fun and go have a good time.” As she turns to leave, I swat her on the ass and she laughs again.
“Save that for next time. And get some good rope!”
“You got it!” I call out to her as she walks out the door. Wow. What a way to start the day. Well, yeah, it’s four forty-five in the afternoon, but it’s the start of the day at Bliss. And I have a feeling it’s going to be a good one.
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