“I don’t care,” she said, twisting her neck to poke out her tongue at him.
In a flash, she was over his lap having her bottom loudly smacked.
This woke up Milan, who watched, amused, until Lydia began to beg him to help her, at which request he leant down and kissed her through the rest of the spanking so that she could only make indignant, inarticulate noises into his throat.
“You always gang up on me,” she complained once Karl-Heinz had had enough of reddening her bum.
“Because you love it,” said Milan with a winning smile. “And I know what else you love.”
He clambered behind her and bent to press his mouth between her thighs. She was still over Karl-Heinz’s lap, feeling his erection press into her stomach, and the lapping of Milan’s tongue against her clit made her wriggle, pushing on it.
Karl-Heinz eased his legs out from under her stomach and knelt in front of her, his cock upright, his intention unmistakable.
Obediently, she pushed herself up on her palms and took him into her mouth.
As she sucked, Milan kept up his expert pressure on her clitoris, pushing fingers, two then three, up inside her.
She began to rock and moan over Karl-Heinz’s shaft, eager for orgasm.
Milan gave her pussy one final kiss then took a firm hold of her hips and sheathed himself inside her to the hilt.
Now his thrusts rocked her into Karl-Heinz, inching his cock farther down her throat while she held on tight around his thighs, her fingers gripping his buttocks.
“That’s good,” sighed Karl-Heinz, clutching at her hair. “Keep sucking. Milan is fucking you good and hard, mmm, ja.”
This was true. Milan kept up a vigorous rhythm while he continued playing with her clit. Karl-Heinz reached down to fondle her breasts, making her lick and suck for all she was worth. He exploded into her throat at the very moment that Milan took her over the edge. She loved coming with Karl-Heinz’s tool in her mouth, it seemed the absolute height of luxurious decadence.
She swallowed him down and cleaned him off with her tongue while Milan continued to slam his cock into her, eventually reaching his climax while she and Karl-Heinz were sharing a long and semen-tasting kiss.
“This isn’t where I saw myself being in a year from last Christmas,” sighed Lydia, snuggling down between her drowsy, caressing lovers. They kissed above her head while she shut her eyes and revelled in the feeling of safety and protection.
“No?” said Milan, drawing apart from Karl-Heinz. “You didn’t think you might wake up on Christmas Eve and suck off one man while another fucks you from behind? Well, fancy.”
“Shut up, you swine,” she said, elbowing him in the ribs. “You know what I mean. I’m a very lucky girl. Two wonderful men in my life. It just feels like a dream sometimes, you know.”
“I know,” said Karl-Heinz gently, kissing the top of her head. “We’ve all come through some very difficult times. Now we can be happy. Do you promise me, both of you, that you’ll be happy?”
“We promise,” said Lydia and Milan together.
They eased into a three-way embrace, all smiles and whispers and gentle caresses, while outside their haven the clouds released snow onto the packed London streets.
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Come to Him
Justine Elyot
Excerpt
Chapter One
She should have expected a lot of paperwork, but somehow the number of times she was required to sign on dotted lines still came as a shock to Erin.
“And the non-disclosure agreement,” said the lawyer smoothly, passing another sheaf of printed material across the desk.
She read it through, trying to take her time and be level-headed, but her vision skittered across the page, picking up legalese phrases here and there. The gist was that she was never to discuss what passed between her and the lawyer’s client with any third party—most specifically she was never to publish any account of her experiences with him, nor ever mention his name in connection with hers.
Picking up the pen and signing, yet again, she let her eye fall on the printed-out copy of her original advertisement on MasterMe.com. That nervous moment of pressing the button and making her plea live to hundreds of thousands of fellow fetishists seemed a million years from today. She could barely read it without cringing now.