Illicit Passions (Den of Sin) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Ambrielle Kirk, Den of Sin Collection
put your pretty ass in the air."
There was no need to tell her twice. She did as directed and pushed her pussy back toward his cock. A stinging lash flamed across her ass, sending a jolt of warm liquid from her pussy. It took her seconds to realize that he had smacked her ass.
"Good Heaven and Hell, you look so good like this." He rubbed her ass where he'd smacked it.
"Fuck me now," she urged.
Corey slammed easily into her soaking wet pussy and began to pump with utmost vigor. Meaty balls slapped against her clit sending her body into a series of climaxes.
Paige couldn't get enough of him and she pushed her ass back, taking his generous length deep into her needy center.
"Paige," he growled, grabbing her at the hips and thrusting hard.
She came again, a rush of liquid coating his cock and causing hot fireworks to consume her core. She grabbed at the sheets, desperately trying to hold herself up to accept his cock as Corey plundered her from behind.
His testicles met her clit thrust for thrust as he pounded her, increasing the length of her orgasm. He shuddered against her and time seemed to stop as he reached his climax.
Paige's legs and knees gave out and she collapsed on the bed and he soon followed her. For the next few minutes they listened to each other's frenzied breathing.
"Wow," he panted. "Just wow. And you said you were boring. Yeah right. You just blowed my mind."
She giggled. "I blowed more than just your mind."
He joined her in laughter.
CHAPTER FIVE
T he gold room had its own bar, which was most fitting for the occasion. The Bacchanal—the occasion was an excuse to indulge in drunken revelry, exciting sexual experimentation, music, and fun. Sex, food, and rock and roll. Tonight the glass shelves behind the bar were filled with bottles of wine. White and red. Chardonnay, Moscato, Riesling...all types and flavors. Everything, even the wine, was all-inclusive, and there were an abundance of guests already satisfying their palates.
Paige was on her second glass of wine as she coupled with Corey in the darkened corner of the room. Everyone in the room was either already engaged in a sex act or on the verge of. Just in her line of sight, there was a trio on a couch made with gold velvet. The man was lying flat on his back. One woman rode his cock while the other rode his tongue. From the looks on the woman's facing, they seemed to be having the time of their lives, oblivious and with not a care as to anyone else in the room.
Corey's cock hardened against her center. "From what I was told about the place, this is the norm," he whispered into her ear. "Arousing, isn't it?"
Paige was seated on his lap, in a skintight dress and no panties at Corey's request.
"Have you ever done something like that?" she asked, resting her back against his chest.
His soft lips graced the delicate side of her neck. "If you mean pleasing two women at once, yes, Paige...I have."
"Did you like it?"
"Fuck yeah. I have a weakness for the opposite sex."
"I see," she mumbled, biting at her bottom lip as her gaze drifted to the trio once more.
"But to tell you the absolute truth, I'd much rather have one woman as the center of my world." His lips nipped the soft cartilage of her ear and he traced the outer edge with his tongue.
Her pussy creamed as she recalled the way he used his mouth to bring her to orgasm on the balcony. But even after a cold shower, she was still ready for more.
Corey and the Bacchanal event brought out the vixen in her.
Before long, they were getting hot and heavy on the small black velvet loveseat with gold trim to match the theme of the room. Paige's skirt became bunched around her thighs. She ground her bare pussy against the front of his trousers, rocking her pelvis and ass back and forth over him.
In the middle of their private tryst, a shadow loomed over Paige and she glanced up. A tall, blond-haired male stood in front of them holding a glass of wine. He was exceptionally good looking. His
There was no need to tell her twice. She did as directed and pushed her pussy back toward his cock. A stinging lash flamed across her ass, sending a jolt of warm liquid from her pussy. It took her seconds to realize that he had smacked her ass.
"Good Heaven and Hell, you look so good like this." He rubbed her ass where he'd smacked it.
"Fuck me now," she urged.
Corey slammed easily into her soaking wet pussy and began to pump with utmost vigor. Meaty balls slapped against her clit sending her body into a series of climaxes.
Paige couldn't get enough of him and she pushed her ass back, taking his generous length deep into her needy center.
"Paige," he growled, grabbing her at the hips and thrusting hard.
She came again, a rush of liquid coating his cock and causing hot fireworks to consume her core. She grabbed at the sheets, desperately trying to hold herself up to accept his cock as Corey plundered her from behind.
His testicles met her clit thrust for thrust as he pounded her, increasing the length of her orgasm. He shuddered against her and time seemed to stop as he reached his climax.
Paige's legs and knees gave out and she collapsed on the bed and he soon followed her. For the next few minutes they listened to each other's frenzied breathing.
"Wow," he panted. "Just wow. And you said you were boring. Yeah right. You just blowed my mind."
She giggled. "I blowed more than just your mind."
He joined her in laughter.
CHAPTER FIVE
T he gold room had its own bar, which was most fitting for the occasion. The Bacchanal—the occasion was an excuse to indulge in drunken revelry, exciting sexual experimentation, music, and fun. Sex, food, and rock and roll. Tonight the glass shelves behind the bar were filled with bottles of wine. White and red. Chardonnay, Moscato, Riesling...all types and flavors. Everything, even the wine, was all-inclusive, and there were an abundance of guests already satisfying their palates.
Paige was on her second glass of wine as she coupled with Corey in the darkened corner of the room. Everyone in the room was either already engaged in a sex act or on the verge of. Just in her line of sight, there was a trio on a couch made with gold velvet. The man was lying flat on his back. One woman rode his cock while the other rode his tongue. From the looks on the woman's facing, they seemed to be having the time of their lives, oblivious and with not a care as to anyone else in the room.
Corey's cock hardened against her center. "From what I was told about the place, this is the norm," he whispered into her ear. "Arousing, isn't it?"
Paige was seated on his lap, in a skintight dress and no panties at Corey's request.
"Have you ever done something like that?" she asked, resting her back against his chest.
His soft lips graced the delicate side of her neck. "If you mean pleasing two women at once, yes, Paige...I have."
"Did you like it?"
"Fuck yeah. I have a weakness for the opposite sex."
"I see," she mumbled, biting at her bottom lip as her gaze drifted to the trio once more.
"But to tell you the absolute truth, I'd much rather have one woman as the center of my world." His lips nipped the soft cartilage of her ear and he traced the outer edge with his tongue.
Her pussy creamed as she recalled the way he used his mouth to bring her to orgasm on the balcony. But even after a cold shower, she was still ready for more.
Corey and the Bacchanal event brought out the vixen in her.
Before long, they were getting hot and heavy on the small black velvet loveseat with gold trim to match the theme of the room. Paige's skirt became bunched around her thighs. She ground her bare pussy against the front of his trousers, rocking her pelvis and ass back and forth over him.
In the middle of their private tryst, a shadow loomed over Paige and she glanced up. A tall, blond-haired male stood in front of them holding a glass of wine. He was exceptionally good looking. His
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