Bareback Threesomes: Seduced By A Lesbian (No Limits Erotica Book 2) Read Online Free Page B

making sure to show him how it looked in her mouth first. He definitely liked that . Ariel made a note of his reaction, intending to use it against him later.
    “You see?” she kissed into his ear. “Rebecca’s none the wiser. Not that it has to stay that way, of course...”
    “Don’t.” Holden grabbed her hard by the shoulders. His fingers, just for a moment, slipped around her neck. Ariel felt her pussy twinge hard from the contact there. “Don’t you fucking dare tell her.”
    Ariel smiled graciously. “Anything you say.”
    She slid her hand back down to his cock. Still it trembled from the force of his orgasm just moments before. Stroking it softly, gently, trying to make him feel good. “I didn’t mean it as a threat. I apologize. I only meant to say...” she giggled, biting her lip. “Well. If you thought that having me was good, and having her is good...having the both of us could be fun. And I’m very interested in that. And very interested in making Rebecca interested.”
    Holden’s eyes were wide with possibility. And Ariel couldn’t stop thinking about how hot his hand had felt around her neck.
    * * * * *
    T he next morning, Rebecca made breakfast. Pancakes, eggs, toast, and coffee. Very all-american. Very delicious. Rebecca knew how to cook—no doubt she considered it part of the pre-requisites of being a good housewife for Holden down the line.
    Ariel sat down in the corner, next to Holden. They sat out of view from Rebecca at the stove and sink, in a breakfast nook located in a small alcove directly outside the kitchen.
    Ariel was flying high. She had had her first taste of cock, and she wanted more. Sleeping had been difficult with Holden's taste filling her body, and mind, so exquisitely.
    It was so fucking good . She understood now, intuitively and biologically, why so many women just lost their minds for a good cock. Holden might not have known it, because Rebecca was blueballing him so expertly, but he was in possession of one hell of a cock. And Ariel, for one, wasn’t just about to let him walk away not knowing how amazing it was.
    There were so many ways to please cocks. She could suck them, fuck them, lick them...she could stroke them. There hadn’t been much of that the night before. Perhaps she could change that.
    Ariel knew she was still dressed exclusively to impress. Tight leggings clung to her ass and legs. She wore a tight, flirtatiously low sweater with buttons that couldn't possibly hope to stay buttoned over her bountiful breasts. Her outfit was, in many ways, similar to Rebecca's—who wore skintight sweatpants and a midriff-baring sweatshirt. The sweatshirt didn't show her cleavage, but it was so incredibly tight that it hardly mattered—her tits were the stars of the show.
    “I think these are going to turn out great!” called Rebecca from the kitchen.
    “Yeah!” said Holden. “They smell great.”
    Without any discretion whatsoever, Ariel's hand slid over Holden’s crotch. He stiffened up immediately, both his spine and his bulge. The book in his hands dropped to the table.
    “What are you doing?” Holden squirmed.
    “Something fun.” Her newly-expert hand slid through his flannel pajamas and began to stroke him sure and fast. “Wouldn’t you agree?”
    His eyes went to one corner of his head. With her free hand, she guided his gaze back down to her chest.
    “Look at my tits,” she whispered hotly. “Look at my tits and give me a nice cum. Please? Please, Sir? Won’t you cum to my tits?”
    “Fuck...”
    By necessity, she stroked hard and fast. She wanted him to cum and in a hurry. Even more than just to prevent Rebecca from finding out, Ariel craved the sight of his cum. And the taste. The feel. She wanted all of it to be hers.
    “Here we go!” called Rebecca. “Pancakes, eggs, and toast, coming up!”
    Holden was close. So, so close. But Rebecca was walking to the table already.
    Thinking quickly, Ariel leaned forward and looked out the alcove.