Sinful Desires Vol. 3 Read Online Free
time.
“Move, dammit.” Brock's voice was tense.
I rocked my hips back and forth, riding him, creating the friction I needed to push closer to the edge before giving him the up and down movement he needed.
His eyes zeroed in on my breasts and his hands followed, squeezing and working my nipples between his fingers. I kept my hands on his shoulders, using them for leverage as I moved. The pressure inside me kept building as all of the pent up tension from the last weeks came together inside me. I pushed myself up straight and let my head fall back. I forgot about my annoyance, forgot that I was at work, forgot about everything except the thick shaft inside me and the hands on my breasts. I slipped my finger between my folds and found the throbbing bundle of nerves that was there. I didn't need much extra stimulation before I was coming, my back arching, my body tightening.
“Fuck!” Brock cried out as I squeezed him, my insides gripping him as I came. He pulled me toward him, driving into me with enough force to send a shock of pain through my pleasure, intensifying it rather than extinguishing my flame. He crushed me to his chest as his hips jerked against me twice more before he came, my hand over his mouth to stifle his shout.
He held me as we waited for our breathing to return to normal and I could feel him shrinking inside me. He stroked my hair, then ran his fingers down my spine and back up again, sending a shiver through my exhausted body.
“God I needed you,” he said, breaking the silence between us.
I nodded, then reluctantly pushed myself up, feeling his softened cock slip away. Aside from the fact that the way I'd been sitting was making my thighs hurt, I couldn't stay here much longer. I was at work.
My face flushed as I realized the full weight of what I'd done. I'd prided myself on not being like the other girls, at keeping my distance from the men in the audience. Everyone knew I didn't do private dances and I sure as hell didn't fuck on the clock.
I reached over to the card reader and stopped the timer on it. Granted, it hadn't been like I'd been with some random guy, but the truth still remained that I'd just gotten paid to have sex.
“I know you have to get back to work.”
Brock's voice drew my attention. He was standing and tucking himself back into his pants. I suddenly remembered that I was naked and started looking around for my clothes.
“Julien and I are going to head back to the hotel and get some sleep. You said you're off tomorrow, right?”
I nodded as I pulled on my thong.
“How about you swing by the hotel like around four or five?” He leaned over and kissed my cheek. “We'll have some fun.”
“All right,” I agreed.
Brock was already heading out before I'd finished saying the words and I watched him go. I wrapped my arms around my middle, as if I found the air conditioning to be too much, though I knew the chill I was feeling had nothing to do with the temperature in the club. This coldness was deeper. I didn't think it would go away any time soon.
Chapter 4
I t took me longer than usual to get to sleep after work, so I didn't wake up until early afternoon. Without Rosa bustling about, it was actually fairly quiet in the apartment and I took advantage of it by being a bit lazy and taking my time. Besides, it was my day off and I was going to spend the evening and most of the night with Brock – and Julien, I now realized – so I wanted to savor the time alone. I was glad Brock was here and I wanted to be with him, but I so rarely had the opportunity for guaranteed uninterrupted time to myself that I certainly wasn't going to waste it.
By the time I was on my way to Brock's hotel, I'd already enjoyed a long, slow shower and a leisurely brunch while reading a book: my idea of a great morning. I was feeling relaxed and was ready to enjoy whatever the weekend threw my way.
I'd dressed for the heat in a cute mint green sundress, but in my purse was a wrap
“Move, dammit.” Brock's voice was tense.
I rocked my hips back and forth, riding him, creating the friction I needed to push closer to the edge before giving him the up and down movement he needed.
His eyes zeroed in on my breasts and his hands followed, squeezing and working my nipples between his fingers. I kept my hands on his shoulders, using them for leverage as I moved. The pressure inside me kept building as all of the pent up tension from the last weeks came together inside me. I pushed myself up straight and let my head fall back. I forgot about my annoyance, forgot that I was at work, forgot about everything except the thick shaft inside me and the hands on my breasts. I slipped my finger between my folds and found the throbbing bundle of nerves that was there. I didn't need much extra stimulation before I was coming, my back arching, my body tightening.
“Fuck!” Brock cried out as I squeezed him, my insides gripping him as I came. He pulled me toward him, driving into me with enough force to send a shock of pain through my pleasure, intensifying it rather than extinguishing my flame. He crushed me to his chest as his hips jerked against me twice more before he came, my hand over his mouth to stifle his shout.
He held me as we waited for our breathing to return to normal and I could feel him shrinking inside me. He stroked my hair, then ran his fingers down my spine and back up again, sending a shiver through my exhausted body.
“God I needed you,” he said, breaking the silence between us.
I nodded, then reluctantly pushed myself up, feeling his softened cock slip away. Aside from the fact that the way I'd been sitting was making my thighs hurt, I couldn't stay here much longer. I was at work.
My face flushed as I realized the full weight of what I'd done. I'd prided myself on not being like the other girls, at keeping my distance from the men in the audience. Everyone knew I didn't do private dances and I sure as hell didn't fuck on the clock.
I reached over to the card reader and stopped the timer on it. Granted, it hadn't been like I'd been with some random guy, but the truth still remained that I'd just gotten paid to have sex.
“I know you have to get back to work.”
Brock's voice drew my attention. He was standing and tucking himself back into his pants. I suddenly remembered that I was naked and started looking around for my clothes.
“Julien and I are going to head back to the hotel and get some sleep. You said you're off tomorrow, right?”
I nodded as I pulled on my thong.
“How about you swing by the hotel like around four or five?” He leaned over and kissed my cheek. “We'll have some fun.”
“All right,” I agreed.
Brock was already heading out before I'd finished saying the words and I watched him go. I wrapped my arms around my middle, as if I found the air conditioning to be too much, though I knew the chill I was feeling had nothing to do with the temperature in the club. This coldness was deeper. I didn't think it would go away any time soon.
Chapter 4
I t took me longer than usual to get to sleep after work, so I didn't wake up until early afternoon. Without Rosa bustling about, it was actually fairly quiet in the apartment and I took advantage of it by being a bit lazy and taking my time. Besides, it was my day off and I was going to spend the evening and most of the night with Brock – and Julien, I now realized – so I wanted to savor the time alone. I was glad Brock was here and I wanted to be with him, but I so rarely had the opportunity for guaranteed uninterrupted time to myself that I certainly wasn't going to waste it.
By the time I was on my way to Brock's hotel, I'd already enjoyed a long, slow shower and a leisurely brunch while reading a book: my idea of a great morning. I was feeling relaxed and was ready to enjoy whatever the weekend threw my way.
I'd dressed for the heat in a cute mint green sundress, but in my purse was a wrap
Readers choose
Sa'Rese Thompson.
Madelynne Ellis
Highland Scandal
Randolph Lalonde
Ava Meyers
John le Carré
Lisa Plumley
H.F. Saint
T K Williams-Nelson