August Heat (Men of August 4)

He divested her of her jeans just as quickly, certain the zipper had been stripped with the heavy hand he used to part the material. Fuck it, he thought, one less pair of the bastards for her to tempt him with.

“Cade.” Her voice was sharp with the denial that her body contradicted.

His hand caught in her hair, dragging her head back as he stared into her eyes.

“Take the panties off.” He bared his teeth, fighting the need to throw her to the bed and pound inside her with a force that would send them both screaming into release.

“No.” Her eyes narrowed, her breasts heaving, the hard points of her nipples raking his chest with lashes of fire.

“No?” He released her hair, hooked his fingers in the elastic band of the scraps of lace she called panties and jerked them down her legs as he pushed her back on the bed.

In less than a second he had her gloriously naked, her legs spread. His body tightened at the sight of glistening female cream on the bare mound between her thighs. The small lips pouted, parted, revealing her swollen clit, the tiny entrance to her tight pussy. His cock jerked as she tried to close her legs.

He let her fight. He remembered clearly the excitement that whipped through her when he pretended to let her struggle. She kicked free, turned and attempted to jump across the bed.

Cade pushed her flat to her stomach, moving between her thighs, spreading them, one hand holding her back to the bed, the other moving between her thighs.

Their groans shattered the room as his fingers raked along the little slit of her cunt, circled her clit and moved down, parting the silken folds until they could delve into the hot recess of her body.

Silken muscles tightened on two plunging fingers as her vagina convulsed. Cade was mad with lust now. There was no time for foreplay, no time to prolong the exquisite agony. His fingers gathered the satiny juices lying thick and wet on her pussy and spread them back, opening the little bud of her anus, preparing it for the invasion of his finger.

He positioned his cock at the entrance of her vagina. Teased the opening to her hot ass. In the next second he invaded both with a forceful thrust that had her screaming out beneath him.

God. It was so good. Hot. The muscles of her cunt clenched with biting force around the thick shaft of his erection. Her anus convulsed around his finger. Both channels milked at his flesh as his scrotum drew tight and hard against the base of his cock. He was only seconds from release. Thankfully, so was Marly.

With one hand he held onto her slender hips, watching the penetration of his finger into the ultra snug anal opening and began to fuck her with hard, deliberately powerful strokes.

Perspiration poured from his tense body as he fought the need to come fast and hard. He wanted to pour himself into her. Mark her forever. Make her scream her satisfaction. Just as she was screaming his name, begging him for more.

Her vagina rippled around his cock. It convulsed as he thrust into her hard and heavy, relishing the tight grip, the building heat. She tightened on him like a fist, her grip desperate, causing each entrance to forcibly part the spasming muscles, making her scream from the biting pleasure/pain as he groaned from the building pressure in his cock.

“Take me. All of it.” He clenched his teeth against the pressure tightening in his scrotum, the exquisite agony of holding back, feeling her tighten around him, plunging inside her until her cries rose, whipping around him, filling his soul until she exploded beneath him.

“God! Marly!” He buried his finger deep inside her ass as he plunged every inch of his tormented cock inside the erupting volcano of her pussy and released his control.

His back bowed as heat arced from between his thighs, up his spine, burying in his mind and exploding with lightning-fast sensation through his body.

He could feel his semen rushing from the tip of his cock, vibrating inside her spasming pussy, and couldn’t hold back his own cry. It poured from his soul. Desperate. Filled with his dreams, his needs, his fears.

Spurt after spurt tore though him until he collapsed against her weakly. She was trembling, as was he. Fighting for breath as the storm slowly passed.

“Now, tell me what the fuck is going on,” he growled at her ear. “Any more games, Marly, and I swear, I’ll tie you up and torture the truth out of you.”

Actually, he thought that might not be a bad idea. As soon as he managed to catch his breath, that is.

Chapter Three

November

“This isn’t going to work like this,” Sarah muttered as she, Marly and Heather sat in the hot tub in an enclosed grotto and relaxed after a night of exhausting sex.

The house had echoed with all their screams the night before and they hadn’t even been in the same room. It seemed the men were growing tired of trying to guess. And the women were growing tired of their thick heads refusing to take a hint.

“God, I’m so tired.” Sarah had her head thrown back on the padded edge of the tub, eyes closed. “Brock is going to kill me at this rate.”

Strangely enough, they had yet to attempt to gang up on them. If they did, Sarah had a bad feeling this little plan of Marly’s was going to go from sugar to shit real fast.

“Have faith,” Marly murmured as she sipped at the cool wine she had poured for them all earlier. “Enjoy the moment’s respite. You have no idea in hell how hard it was to steal it.”