Naughty Tales Collection

Will she knock or will she run?

Impatient, I lean forward and watch her through the peephole in the door. She stands on the top step, coat tightly closed, biting her lip and gazing around. Checking to see if someone’s watching her, maybe.

Only me, sweet sunshine.

Come on, Celeste. The words are silent, but fuck, I might go crazy if she doesn’t come closer. Knock on the door. Leaning my head against the door, my fingers grip the frame so tightly the muscles ache.

And then it happens.

A tentative knock, so light I’d have missed it if I wasn’t standing here. Opening the door, I see she’s surprised to see me, and I grip her coat lapels. Dragging her inside, I barely have the door shut before I’m attacking her mouth with mine.

My hands rip the coat open, my body presses her into the door, and my lips swallow her surprised gasp. My cock throbs as it realizes that everything we’ve ever wanted is now in our grasp.

“Martin!” She gasps as I pull back, only to devour her mouth again, gaining entry to lick her lips, play with her tongue, plunder her into sublime pleasure.

Picking her up, I groan as my hardened dick presses into her heated pussy. The overwhelming pleasure nearly buckles my knees as she rubs further into me.

“Tell me you want this, Celeste,” I demand. I need to hear the words from her.

She licks her lips, nibbling one corner, drawing a guttural groan from my chest as I await her answer. “I want you, Martin.”

Fate.

Sealed.

I’ll never let her go. Not after this. Not after waiting to finally lay claim to everything I’ve desired for so fucking long.

“Good answer.” I moan into her neck as I lick up the column and bite her jaw. A gasp is ripped from her core and I can’t wait to hear more. All the breathy moans I’ve been dreaming of. The sweet, sweet agony of devouring all her pleasure is all I’ve been able to think of for days.

On her feet, Celeste lets the long coat she’s wearing drop to the floor, and I nearly follow as I see her in nothing but a matching blue bra and panty set.

Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I ask her, “Are you fond of those?”

She l

ooks down, then her shy stare meets mine. “They match your eyes.”

“Jesus.” I had no idea she’d even paid attention to such a small detail. Dropping to my knees, I grip her hips in a tight hold. “Guess I can’t rip them off then.” I murmur into her supple flesh.

She answers me anyway. “I don’t care. I have you now.”

Fuck. Me.

Pushing my shoulder into her soft belly, I hike her over my shoulder in a fireman’s hold and walk quickly to the spare room I’ve been occupying upstairs.

“I’m dizzy.” She giggles while trying to push herself up.

Flopping her onto the bed, I have no poise as I tear my clothes off, not wanting her to change her mind. She’s barely pushed her messy light blonde locks away from her face as my jeans drop to the floor with a loud thud.

“Oh wow,” she whispers as my cock springs forward. Huge, hard, angry-looking with so many bulging veins. I smirk as her eyes widen as I come closer to her.

“He’ll take good care of you, Celeste,” I whisper as I kneel between her legs, rubbing my hand up her soft thighs. Perfection like this should be fucking illegal.

Celeste

I’ve dreamed of this moment for so long I’m in awe. I’m not sure I knew what to expect from Martin, but he’s on the hunt and I’m his prey.

Worry tries to slither into my consciousness as I think about how large he is, but I push it back and focus on the need pounding through my veins. I know it’s only one night, but the look in his eyes makes my heart sing.