Passion Shattered (Masquerade Part III) Read Online Free

sweetly. Her mouth found his nipples, one at a time, running her wet tongue over them and biting, feeling them turn to little pebbles.
    Both Heather and her crazed lover moaned in pleasure when she grabbed his cock in her fist and pumped it quickly. It was so hot, it nearly burned her skin. Ryan reached down and held her sex in his hand . Her core tightened and her eyes closed for a moment.
    “Put your hands on your ass checks.” Heather grabbed behind her, feeling the hard muscle beneath her soft skin. “Rub them,” he commanded. Her pussy clenched as she rubbed , her ass sensitive to the touch. H er back arched and her breasts were offered to Ryan, bare, begging for attention.
    Ryan’s tongue flicked each little red berry, getting harder the more he played, each nipple overly sensitive now. Heather whimpered. Ryan grabbed her around the waist, lifting her so her feet were off the ground, kissing her wildly, crushing her mouth.
    When he set her down, his hand covered her little ass. He rubbed in a circular motion. Heather felt her clit tense and her muscles tighten. Ryan continued to rub. “Relax,” he instructed as he began to play with her little asshole.
    She felt she should be embarrassed but she wasn’t. Lust was all she felt. She didn’t want him to stop. The more he teased, the wetter she got. In some remote part of her mind, this surprised her. Yet, it felt so right. She wanted it. Her hips leaned back into his touch.
    He nuzzled her neck. A little shock went through her when he gave her a hard slap on one ass check. It hurt but she craved the pain.
    His hands were around her waist again. He wanted to eat her up. He nipped at her neck and sucked at each breast. A fistful of hair was tangled in his fingers. Heather panted and writhed in his grasp.
    Ryan sat on the thick carpet and pulled Heather down with him. He cradled her in his lap like a doll. His fingers stroked the otter lips of her sex, tempting her. “Play with your nipples.” Heather reached to pinch each of her nipples, to roll them in her fingers, the sensation felt directly in her clit.
    Ryan’s fingers reached deeper inside her, sliding in her wetness. He entered her with two fingers intent on a slow finger-fuck. Her legs stiffened in preparation for the orgasm she sought. “Not yet, baby,” he whispered. He took his fingers out and rubbed his palm over her mound, grinding out pleasure. She was panting , along with Ryan.
    Without warning, his fingers slid inside her again. She gasped. Her hips moved up and down to meet his strokes. Again, he removed them, only increasing her desperate need. The pad of his thumb found her neglected clit, at last, while she still had a shred of control. He massaged it expertly, just firm enough and slowly, but not too slow.
    She begged him to release her orgasm. “Please, please.” Ryan’s already swollen, aching cock got bigger with her pleading. Heather rubbed her nipples as if in a trance. Ryan rubbed her clit, not stopping, pushing her over the edge.
    Her orgasm rocked through her body, taking her over, too late to be stopped. She let the waves of pleasure take her, screaming softly throughout. It didn’t seem to end. She gradually relaxed in Ryan’s arms. One orgasm only served to make her want more.
    She wanted Ryan inside her and reached out to stroke his hard dick. The thought raced through her mind that she was relieved they wouldn’t have to use a condom. They’d planned for regular sex. She didn’t want anything covering his manhood. She wanted to feel every raw inch of it.
    Ryan guided her to get on her hands and knees. She felt primitive in that position, offering her naked butt to him. Yet, it made her hotter than ever. She arched her back, pushing up higher, inviting him. He took both hands and grabbed her ass, hard. Heather lifted even higher and Ryan leaned over and bit her lightly, holding the little rose tattoo on her right buttock between his teeth.
    His wet tongue found her