Passion Unleashed (Masquerade Part I) Read Online Free

tongue. Heather heard herself softly moan. She felt his hand move inside her jacket and sensually massage her right shoulder.
    Ryan moved to kiss her neck, in a sweet series of soft, erotic touches. Then, he licked down her throat to the top of her silk blouse. He quickly undid the top buttons and reached in the right side of her lacy bra to free a lovely, rounded breast.
    He seemed to gasp for a moment. The pale creamy skin of the soft breast contrasted with the little pink nipple made him harden with desire. He began to suck the nipple gently and move his tongue in circles around it.
    Heather’s clit was a tight tiny knot. She craved release. The lust for this man, this amazingly sexy male, welled up inside her. Her hands found the top of his jeans. She hastily undid them to release the warm, hard cock into her hand. She breathed in his male sexual aroma.
    The knowledge that he was once again not wearing any underwear incited her. Such virility needed no covering. She longed to hold the hard shaft in her mouth.
    She looked in awe at the beautifully formed cock and began to stroke it with loving touches. She rubbed gently at first, then faster and harder. She stopped to reach between his masculine thighs and hold his balls in her hand. He groaned in response. Encouraged, she squeezed gently and then extended her middle finger just behind his warm balls to rub the sensitive perineum.
    Ryan rewarded her with pre-cum. In a sudden urge, Heather dropped to her knees and pulled his jeans down to his knees. She leaned in to lick the thick liquid off the swollen tip with her tongue, holding his tight ass with both hands.
    He had both hands in her hair and gripped handfuls of it, pressing her closer to him. “Ah, Heather,” he gasped.
    Ryan bent slightly and reached down under her arms to pull her up to him. He showered kisses wildly over her neck then lo wered her carefully onto the desk. They looked lustily into each other’s eyes.
    H e gently released the other sen sual breast from its lace cover and kissed one nipple then the other. Heather felt herself tighte n, her core begging for him, her responsive clit desperate to be rubbed. Aware of her need, he reached under her skirt and moved aside the thin lace.
    His touch, familiar from the night before, set off a craving in her that would not be denied. She arched her back, pushing up toward him. He played teasingly with her clit, stopping just before she went over the edge. Alternately, he placed two fingers inside her, sliding them in and out easily in her wetness.
    A little shock went through her when he rubbed a spot inside her, just the right spot. It felt so good. She wanted to come so badly.
    She thought of pulling his hard cock deep inside her. In the next second, she felt a wave of pleasure course through her. She was panting and her breath speeded up in tempo with the soft rubbing motion of his fingers.
    Then he put his thumb on her clit and she gave a muffled scream. She was gone. Her body flooded with pleasur e. The world was centered with her lover’s hand rubbing her little clit, in just the right rhythm, unrelenting, unstoppable.
    She shrieked and gripped his shoulders with both her hands, stiffening as the orgasm overtook her. There was no shyness, only the pure giving and receiving of pleasure.
    The waves of the orgasm rolled through her, never wanting to stop. She felt a familiar glow warming her bod y , n ot caring where she was, as long as she was with him.
    She opened her eyes, looking deeply into burning gaze . His arousal was strong and his hot, hard cock pressed insistently against her bare abdomen.
    “Heather,” he whispered in a deep voice. “You are just as amazing as last night, my love. I was desperate to have you again.”
    His words struck her hard, as if he’d slapped her in the face. Last night, he said. He knew and yet pretended! She felt embarrassed.
    “You – you knew?”
    Ryan realized too late that he’d said the wrong thing. He could