Naughty Tales Collection

I hesitate. “Okay.” I want his pleasure every bit as much as my own, and if that means some discomfort, I’ll take it, because it means I gave him something.

Gripping my thighs in his large hands, Marty puts them over his shoulders while leaning over my body, I’m suddenly extremely grateful for those gymnastics’ courses all these years.

“So fucking tight.” He groans into my ear.

My knees are at my shoulders and my arms are pinned by his hands, but good lord does this feel wonderful.

“Harder, Martin.” I don’t know where the words come from, but I know I need him to move more. To give us more.

“You’re so soft, and supple.” His praise makes me smile until he hits something inside of me and my body goes nuclear.

“Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.” I pant. Panic blasts through me as his pace picks up and my body tenses, releasing adrenaline through my bloodstream and making me light-headed.

“Breathe for me, baby.” Marty watches me with hooded eyes and barely leashed desire.

“I can’t.” I whine.

Gripping my chin with his hand, a snarl crosses his face as he tilts my head. “You fucking can, but I’ll give you a reason not to.” And he slams his mouth over mine. This is nothing like the sweet kisses we shared before.

He’s rough. Demanding. Hard. He takes everything he wants from me and gives nothing in return. Biting my tongue, I hiss, but he sucks, making every pulse point in my body throb with pleasure.

“Give it to me, Celeste. Give me everything.”

I bite my lip, close my eyes, and breathe as he continues to love my body. Proving over and over that whatever pleasure my hand has given me is nothing compared to the buildup I’m feeling now.

“Oh God. Oh fuck. Martin!” I scream so loud my voice cracks. Sweat drips down my forehead and my body freezes as he thrusts, unrelenting through my pleasure, and takes his own.

“Oh fuck.” Martin roars as he slams in my tight channel over and over before he pulls free and releases his pleasure all over my stomach and chest. The warm jets of semen make my pussy pulse with the need to fill it. But I know that can’t happen. Not with Martin.

He’s a playboy.

I’m just some dumb schoolgirl who fell in love.

Chapter Three

Marty

I don’t know what the fuck happened. One minute I’m having the orgasm of my fucking life and the next I’m out cold.

I’ve never fucking passed out after sex. I’m normally going for seconds and thirds. But, Jesus fuck, Celeste. She has this innate ability to relax me. She fucking took everything I threw at her and begged for more.

I gave it to her. In spades. I thought she’d have run from the room when I told her she was sleeping with my cum all over her body. She fucking rubbed it in with a goddamned smile on her face and cuddled up to me.

We spent the whole night with her in my arms. I’ve never slept better in my life. I want to do it again. I need to fucking do it again. Every damn night.

With her.

Only ever with Celeste.

Looking to her side of the bed, I already know she’s gone. She stole away sometime in the early morning hours. Anger rolls through me that she thinks she can leave me.

If anyone leaves anyone, it’s me. I leave.

Not with her, though. She obviously didn’t believe me when I said she’s mine. Last night just proved further that she’s it for me. That I’m keeping her for myself.

Rolling out of bed, I grab a pair of shorts and my phone and head over to her house. The street is quiet as I walk outside. For a weekend, that’s unusual around here.

Walking up the front steps to her house, I knock on the door. I know she’s home. When there’s no answer, I try the handle. Locked.