Some Love it Hot (Some Love it..., #1) Read Online Free

Some Love it Hot (Some Love it..., #1)
Book: Some Love it Hot (Some Love it..., #1) Read Online Free
Author: M.K. Elliott
Tags: Sex, Short Stories, threesome, anal, Lesbian, menage, explicit, anal play, fettish, M.K. Elliott, butt plug
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him taste her tongue and the sweet white wine she’d been drinking.
    There
was a good foot of difference in their heights. Ben scooped her up against him,
feeling her firm, curvy body pressed against his. His cock twitched in his
pants and he let go before he had to cope with a full blown erection in the
middle of a crowded bar.
    “So
you ready for a good night?” he said, forcing himself away from her.
    She
bit her lip. “Well, actually there’s...”
    “Hey,
Ben.”
    The
voice came from behind him and he turned to see Brianna, Melissa’s best friend,
standing behind him. She was opposite in appearance to Melissa; tall and lean,
with blonde curls. Normally Brianna was perfectly presented, but tonight her
eyes were red, her smooth skin blotchy.
    “Oh,
hi Bri. I didn’t know you were coming. You meeting someone?”
    Melissa
slid in beside her friend. “Actually Ben, do you mind if Brianna joins us this
evening? Todd stood her up, and she thinks he might be seeing someone else.”
    Melissa
raised her eyebrows expectantly, waiting for his answer.
    “I’m
so sorry,” he said, addressing Melissa’s friend. “What makes you think he’s
cheating?”
    “I
found a used johnny in his bedroom,” said Brianna. “I know it wasn’t one of
ours.”
    “Oh,
right. That’s too bad”
    “So
it’s okay if she hangs out tonight?” said Melissa.
    Ben’s
heart sank. There would be no chance of him getting any with the friend hanging
around. Melissa would be more interested in girl-chat over a bottle of wine
until the early hours.
    He
was right. After a couple of drinks at the bar, Brianna started to get maudlin
and Melissa suggested they all go back to Ben’s place.
    “Sure,”
he said, thinking there might be a chance he could bundle Brianna in a taxi and
still get an hour of dirty sex in with Melissa.
    Back
at his apartment, the two women sat on the couch, a bottle of Pinot Grigio
between them. Ben lounged back in his easy chair, a scotch and ice cradled in
one hand, listening to the girls talk.
    “I’m
hideous,” said Brianna, flipping back her long blonde curls, pouting her
perfect mouth. “No wonder Todd didn’t want to fuck me.”
    “Don’t
be crazy,” said Melissa. “You’re gorgeous.” She turned to Ben. “Tell her Ben.
Isn’t she sexy as hell?”
    Ben’s
eyes skimmed down Brianna’s body, her small but well-shaped tits, the nipples
already poking through the thin material of her shirt. He gulped, certain he
was going to say the wrong thing and this would turn out to be a trap.
    “You’re
hot,” he mumbled.
    “Well
Todd obviously didn’t think so,” she sighed. “It’s my tits, isn’t it? They’re
too small. I wish I had huge tits like you, Mel. I bet no guy’s ever turned you
down. You just ooze sex.”
    Melissa
laughed and her hands cupped her own breasts, pushing them out towards her
friend.
    “Don’t
be silly. They’re not that big. Here, feel.”
    Brianna
reached out a hand and took Melissa’s huge globe in her palm. She squeezed it
gently.
    “You’re
wrong,” Brianna said. “Your tits are fucking sexy as hell.”
    “Yours
are pretty sexy too,” she said, reaching out, her fingers spanning Brianna’s
smaller breast. “All cute and perky.”
    Her
thumb rubbed across Brianna’s nipple and it shrunk and hardened beneath her
friend’s touch.
    Suddenly
the atmosphere in the room changed, charged with the heavy mood of sex. The two
girls caught each other’s eye and they stared at each other, their full lips
parting, their breathing jagged.
    “Tell
her, Ben,” Melissa said, her voice husky. “Tell her how sexy she is.”
    Blood
had already flooded to his cock, engorging it so his erection strained hard
against his jeans. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
    “She’s
sexy,” he said, his own voice barely a whisper.
    “Come
on,” said Melissa, turning to look at him, a wicked glint in her eyes. “Come
and have a feel.”
    “What?”
    “Come
and feel,” she
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