Margo's Night (Interracial Erotica) Read Online Free Page A

at the foot as he gazed at her, devouring her with those blue eyes.
    His body was naked and glorious, like some gladiator, Spartan, Hercules. A man from her dreams.
    As she slid back onto the covers, she let out a moan of anticipation as he followed her. If his tongue felt so divine, she couldn’t even wrap her mind around what his cock would feel like inside her.
    She let out a haggard breath as she drew up her legs and he moved between them. He teased her for a moment, drinking up her moans as the tip of him probed her entrance, never fully diving in. Once he finally plunged his length inside, she knew it was worth the wait. Her muscles strained around his girth, stretching to fit his bulge as he paved a way. He rocked into her slowly at first, taking his time, taking in the sounds she made, using them to power him on as he built up speed.
    She looked up at him and he down at her. The glow from the living room lit up his handsome face. She saw every contour, every inflection, every line, every moment—it was all there, written in the euphoric gloss as he moved inside her. She moaned as he winced, picking up the speed. She knew he was close. She wanted him to come. She wanted him to experience the absolution he’d given her.
    When he found his release, she dug her nails into his back, delighting in the way his muscles tightened as his strokes waned. And when he said her name, calling it out over and over, like a pledge, his allegiance to her, it was just the push she needed to careen toward her second climax. She clutched him to her, her body squeezing every last ounce of him.
    He collapsed beside her with a roar of pleasure and a string of obscenities that included a resounding, “God damn!”
    Margo laughed. God damn was right. The echoes of their lovemaking made her thighs tremble, only compounded when he turned on his side and began tracing his fingers up and down the curve of her buxom hips.
    She pulled herself up without another word, pressing him back into the mattress before straddling him. She’d only been on top a handful of times; always too busy worrying about how she looked to really enjoy it. But with Scott smiling up at her, clearly getting off on her aggressiveness, her confidence, she felt more in tune than she’d been with any lover before.
    It was Margo’s night…and it was far from over.
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